Friday, June 27th, 2003 | 23:03
...as an attractive, good smelling piece of meat.

I meant no offence to ball lickers by the last post. I'm just sick of everything. The last few days I've been getting the same horrible feeling that EVERYTHING is wrong. Last night I drove around for half an hour and everywhere I stopped, nothing was as it should have been. I couldn't get comfortable. I still can't. I'm playing dress-up in my own skin.

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