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Jun. 15th, 2005

I'm silent. Don't feel like I have much to say. Maybe writing this will un-silence me. I'm tired and frustrated right now. Half of everything I've tried to do seems to be going wrong. I get something good and then something bad happens. I'm doing my fucking hardest. I'm working my ass off and instead of gratification I get what might as well be a slap in the face. I tried to make a little bit of money and I failed miserably. Makes me wonder why I ever tried in the first place and it goes to show that I should just lock myself in a room until I make myself die. I'm not worth it and now is as good a time as any. Maybe if I didn't care so god damn much.

Anyone collect topps football cards? I have to giggle a little over the name rusty chambers and it makes me want to keep that one card. If only there were two then I could. It makes me think of a dark room. The room is made of steel but you wouldn't really be able to tell that much anymore. No windows, only the door. And maybe a light, but that could be from the hall. Along one of the walls is a wooden dresser, it's very warped and I would be surprised if you could get the drawers open, and in the middle of the room is a bed with white blankets and a white canopy. The edges of the blankets and spots on the canopy are slowly turning red. It's because the ceiling is covered in wet that just keeps dripping down the walls to puddle on the floor and rust everything it touches in that steel room. Rusty chambers.

Picture of the day: Wishful Thinking 1