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October 28, 2003
I shudder, sitting in my room - dressed in white. A chill down my spine. My fan is on high. "Walk into the jaws of hell." I type away my thoughts and feelings. Exorcize my demons. It's like vomiting. Sometimes it hurts coming out, but I'm always glad I did it. Being honest is easy when you're talking to someone else. But when it's just me... I want to hide behind a lie. I want to make no sense, I want to be random and avoid addressing anything that matters. I look back later and forget what I was hiding.