05.11.04 | 6:39 p.m.
... but in the end, i'm just tired of it.
i'm tired of being out of touch with my best friend. i'm tired of fighting every week. i'm tired of being a fuck up, a failure, a liar, a weakling. i'm tired of being the let down, i'm tired of meaning nothing. i'm tired of you. i'm tired of my diary.
in short, i'm tired of this.
i hate this place and i'd be lying to myself again if i said i did not.
i have another diary, which heather has already found. if you don't know who heather is, well, she's super cool. she's on my favorites list. go hunt around. if you're really dedicated to finding my diary, it's on her favorites list, near the bottom. look for something gramatically correct and astrid-like. if you can't find it, email me, im me, leave me a note, whatever. i'll give you the new url one way or the other if you ask nicely.
do you know what i was always afraid of most, diary?
being forgotten.
i'm fucking afraid of being forgotten, and right now, i think that's where i'm headed.
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