December 24, 2005 / 11:02 p.m.

I've seen seen things you don't even have fucking nightmares about.

I've been gone for a long time.

Love lost and love found are both very different things.

I hate them fucking both.

I'm bitter, angry, and upset at the world that surrounds me.

A world full of the things that only exist on the news and in over dramatic soap operas.

If it doesn't end I'd rather just end myself.

This ends the hiatus.

Bring on the era of fertile futility.

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