Sunday, Oct. 27, 2002 - 11:13 a.m.

Morning. Right now. It’s real. I still feel I’m dreaming. Tho I’m slowly slipping back into reality.

Last night was terrible. Last night sucked. Last night was horrible. Last night was horrendous. Last night was torturous. A curse on bad luck. A curse on freaked up fate.

Day light saving time. Blue pepsi. I don’t feel like eating anything. I’ve drunk half a glass of milk and water since yesterday evening.

I feel like I’m going to throw up if I eat anything else, and I’m not even bulimic.

Its too hard.

Shit it hurts.

So bad.

I guess some people are blessed with good fate, and win in the end.

And some like me, are left with nothing but memories.

Its true.

And I thought “finders keepers, loosers weepers?”

Well I guess in a way, that applies to me…

Fuck culture. Fuck life. Fuck everything.