I'm writing here because there is no one else I can talk to. This depression and this feeling of hopelessness and all the other feeling associated with it...

as Chopin's funeral march plays.....

I slowly die inside.

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Your Stripper Song Is
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Well, I can't remember off hand how long ago it was when I last updated this thing. There's way to many things that happened in the recent time. So, here's random blog things or HTML things.

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What Kind Of Weapon Are you?

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You Have a Melancholic Temperament
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I've lost almost all my 'friends'(Forever to misunderstand me, and never trust me and I'm not allowed to be tired, depressed or have an opinion.)

I've lost a cool hangout spot...

What else could I cost myself?

I guess no one will ever understand me.

Whats next?