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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, December 10, 2002
oh, hey, there it is. it's back. oh, yes, the familiar loathable sensation. yep. i missed several commitments today. i slept for 14 hours. i haven't gotten dressed. i haven't eaten anything but pop rocks and a small piece of chocolate. oh, wow, i haven't missed this at all. in fact, if i had never felt like this again, i think i would've been ok with that. yep, i'm not even that sad right now. too drained. all i can listen to is U2. [and no, not beautiful day]. it's comfortable and not challenging. i seriously feel weak. hmmmmm... any symptoms left out? probably, but i'm too worn-out to care. funny how the cause, or what i sometimes consider the cause, of my depression doesn't even matter much to me right now. i'm pretty much dead. lifeless. worthless to other people. i hope that i did not seriously hinder any other people. not that i can really help it if i did. i can't even muster up the effort to call anyone. is this what hell is like? apathy? i dunno.
goodbye.
4:31 PM
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