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| − | More and more I feel the need to cleanse myslef of the wretched human emotions. These weak traits that continue to try to be the dominant force in my actions. I find myself conerned about the well being of the girl I'd spared the other night. Today I went out to the lot near the Merc Exchange, and dispite my own silent protest, I found myself waiting there for her like some obeident mutt. What the hell is wrong with me? Lately my thoughts keep going into silence. This might be a side effect of my encounter with this world's after life. I can't seem to shake the feeling that something is missing... | + | <font style="font-family: 'Psycho Poetry', sans-serif; font-size:40px; color:#669">DEAR DIE-ARY |
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| + | <font style="font-family: 'Psycho Poetry', sans-serif; font-size:25px; color:#669">More and more I feel the need to cleanse myslef of the wretched human emotions. These weak traits that continue to try to be the dominant force in my actions. I find myself conerned about the well being of the girl I'd spared the other night. Today I went out to the lot near the Merc Exchange, and dispite my own silent protest, I found myself waiting there for her like some obeident mutt. What the hell is wrong with me? Lately my thoughts keep going into silence. This might be a side effect of my encounter with this world's after life. I can't seem to shake the feeling that something is missing... | ||
On a side note, that fucking clerk at the video store locked me out again. I swear, had I not made that god-forsaken promise I'd be over there right now waiting for him to leave the store... | On a side note, that fucking clerk at the video store locked me out again. I swear, had I not made that god-forsaken promise I'd be over there right now waiting for him to leave the store... | ||
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DEAR DIE-ARY More and more I feel the need to cleanse myslef of the wretched human emotions. These weak traits that continue to try to be the dominant force in my actions. I find myself conerned about the well being of the girl I'd spared the other night. Today I went out to the lot near the Merc Exchange, and dispite my own silent protest, I found myself waiting there for her like some obeident mutt. What the hell is wrong with me? Lately my thoughts keep going into silence. This might be a side effect of my encounter with this world's after life. I can't seem to shake the feeling that something is missing... On a side note, that fucking clerk at the video store locked me out again. I swear, had I not made that god-forsaken promise I'd be over there right now waiting for him to leave the store... ~J.C. |