Sunday, August 31st, 2003 | 1:36
My priorities are wrong. Dead wrong.

I am yellow. It has been my colour for the day. Cowardly and sickly. I've done nothing all day and I feel worse than I should.
Even typing properly is an arduous task today. I just don't have the energy to care about anything but myself and my ever-present cloud of self-loathing.
My mother could get me to kill. Accidentally.

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