will I find the way out of here?
2003-09-08 || 9:24 p.m.

I'm so unbearably sad, there are not words to describe it.

I'm a pathetic, lonely freak.

But my dog wags his tail and I wish I were him.

And I feel so helpless, so sad, so concerned. It's like my life is a bleak momentum that I cannot control.

And when I walk the dog I look at the stars and I cry because they have always been there even though they are gone and I am nothing, not even a glance upwards, and I am never here even though I am.

And I will always be a fraction of a whole. I will always be missing something. Things will never be right.