Saturday, November 29th, 2003 | 0:11
That I'm breathing is just a huge fucking joke.

So I say, "I know it was miserable. There is no need to tell me. I know."
And Rouleau says, "Worst. Performance. Ever." but not in that funny, Simpsons kind of way. He said it completely straightfaced and seriously. And I knew that he knew it. I don't think anyone else noticed but I hope he gives them all hell for it because god knows there's nothing left for me to do.
All the people close to my dad keep dying and I'm starting to wonder if this is the beginning of my end.
One foot in front of the other and maybe I'll make it through these next few days.

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