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Saturday, May 17, 2003

There're so many pitfalls in life, it's hard to look out for all of them. So many things you want in life, it's hard to have them all.

-sigh-

So I'm still young. Yes I'm only 19. Then someone tell me why I feel so weary?

//

Sometimes I feel like I'm having an out-of-body experience. Me somewhere out there, looking at me, somewhere down there. Wondering what the fuck I'm doing and if there's any point to what I'm doing.

Question I always ask myself, "What's the point?" I wish so badly someone can tell what the point to all these -waves arms around madly- is. Goodness, is there even one in the first place?

In the spirit of what Tom Cruise said in Jerry Maguire where he shouts "SHOW ME THE MONEY!", I'd like to say

SHOW ME THE DAMN FUCKING POINT!

//

-sigh-

It hurts. Not being able to do what I really want, or be where I really want to be with the life I really want. Yes, the grass is always greener on the other side, but maybe when I'm on THAT side, I'd be truly happier.

I guess I'd never know now, how much happier I can be.

And I don't know why I'm keeping that piece of paper even though I know it won't be of any use anymore. My mind's made up, the route mapped out. Still, I can't bear to junk it.

Burning searing pain.

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