9:40 p.m.
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27 May, 2004

I've kind of gone a bit crazy. And not in a 'Eh, I'm mad, me' sort of way. I swear, one minute I was happily listening to Blondie, as you do, and the next, I was about two steps from trying to off myself. I really scared myself.

I don't think I'm ever going to get away from this island.

I know I'm going to kill myself one day. I just know it, and it makes me sad because I don't want to hurt my family.

I want to leave something behind when I'm gone, but I don't think I'm actually a very good writer.

It's been a weird old day, and I half-knew it was coming. When you've been strange for as long as I have, you sense it. I'm hoping that tomorrow, I'll wake up and feel normal again. It happens sometimes.

I just wish life wasn't so absurd, then at least there would be a chance.

Adios