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March 10, 2009
Today the one word on my hand was 'aftermath'. I figure this is because this is the aftermath of everything, I guess; the real solidification of everything, in one way or another. You could pass this off as insane rambling and no one would be the wiser because it's just the aftermath of everything.

It's not supposed to make any sense. It's just supposed to be that little sliver of anything that comes after the storm. I don't know. I miss life, or maybe I don't. I hate people.

I'm so goddamn tired of bitching about the same thing.