11:55 p.m.
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29 December, 2003

Today I am feeling annoyed with myself for not being cooler. For not enjoying my life as much as I should. For not having a poetic bone in my body. I'm annoyed because I'm unable to fall in love. I'm annoyed because everything is too much effort. I'm annoyed because I have to dye my hair again. I'm annoyed because all my clothes are too big.

I'm annoyed that I'm not a boy. I'm annoyed that I'm not a girl. I'm annoyed there is a line right down the centre that cuts me in two. I hate that my thoughts don't fit my actions. I'm annoyed that the images in my head can't be found in the real world.

I'm annoyed.