10:40 p.m.
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14 July, 2004

We are all just animals.

I will never be great, I have no aura of greatness. I can't get a job or I will die.

Without rules and restrictions, we have no idea who we are. I'm being destroyed by a complete absence of things to rebel against. I'm angry and frightened, but I don't know why. Nothingness, maybe.

I can't believe in anything that can be disproved, therefore I can't believe in anything, since there is nothing EVERYONE agrees with. I cannot be wrong.

I'm lonely.