December 27, 2002
Once I looked at you and saw he face of god shining out from your countenance. Now I see a somewhat vacuous, clueless and rather self-centered immature man-boy hovering around me all the time. What do you want from me? Why don't you make some friends and leave me alone once in awhile? You bore me. Your complacency and lack of ambition make me angry. Leave me alone. I don't wish you harm. You're killing me, you see, smothering me with your mediocrity and I'm beginning to hate you for it. Were I able, I would up and leave today.