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[sathor]

quality drain among the living...hmm.

Weird dreams again, as always. They just keep coming...more every night. Not as though it really matters on here at all...down to zero onlookers, mostly due to my own self and the problems i create.

So, quality drain among the living. My dead self is continuously used and abused by the living, the alive, maybe this is how they manage to stay alive...i don't meet too many dead people anymore.

It's not as if i can't be happy, dead and all. But it's my own fault why i'm depressed right now. Doubtful it will change either, because both parties are stubborn.

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Dude...its jess

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, man! I just wanna say that i read yer journal!! Its so kooi...way better than my diary..

Re: Dude...its jess

[sathor.livejournal.com]

My journal is a waste of internet space...but thank you.

Re: Dude...its jess

[hav.livejournal.com]

*chuckle* Nah. In the global sense, our problems don't mean shit. Yet we write about them anyway, because in a way it makes us feel better, that at least someone is listening where in real life, nobody really does.

So in that sense, it isn't wasted space. Mine is, because nobody reads it. Yours isn't, because people do.