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Saturday, June the 12th, 2004

I have no idea what’s come over me. I’m just.. angry. You know those days when you’re happy for no real reason, or the others when you’re down? I’m having one of those, except I’m continuously wild for no reason.

No, not wild as in show my bare chest wild (as seems to be the commonly used definition of ‘wild’ on TV), but wild as in I am furious. It’s like pure anger’s flowing all over me, and anything anyone says or does causes it to worsen. I hate it. Shut up, everyone.

No, I DON’T know what I am doing. I AM NOT prepared. I will screw up.

I DON’T NEED YOU “CHECKING IN” ON HOW UNPREPARED I AM. Shut up.

Great, if something not entirely pleasant happens to any of the three flights between the 14th and the 16th (yes, it’s that fishing far away), this outburst will be the post that resides here forever.

Forever being as long as the domain and hosting last anyway.

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