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More complaining... more and more complaining... when will it ever end. When will this place become a creative outlet of positive and interesting information, why must it be a place I go to bitch and bitch about the same stupid things...

I used to be creative.. I used to feel inventive and original, creative and smart, hell.. I made this website - front and back, and now I just sit here, numb; staring at the screen, with no true thoughts or feelings... such numbness. I feel as low as humanly possible I think. Have you noticed that there aren't very many pictures of myself on this website anymore... or any at all? Yes.. that's because I hate what I look like. STAB MYSELF WITH FORKS IN THE FACE I SAY! not you. just me. forks.

Today was uneventful, and overall numbing. I spent the majority of the day playing Star Ocean: Till The End of Time, with occasional breaks into SSX Tricky. Any time I spent away from the games, was just to do the dishes while Emily went out (which was probably the highlight sadly... that can sometimes spark some feeling in my... but it fades so fast).

You people probably hate reading this as much as I hate writing it... *sigh* just click on the archives link and go read some entries from a year or so ago... they're probably much more interesting, and not much is different, it's still all about games :P

HAPPINESS IS A BLUE FUCKING PILL I SHOVE DOWN MY THROAT EVERY FUCKING NIGHT

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