it's 6:53 pm, on May 21, 2007 - storm.

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not such a brilliant revelation: I resent, hate, whatever, x-project because it's taken away everything that I knew about the community I loved. It started a long time ago, but in the last two years it's become really, really apparent. It's left me completely in the dust, and so I don't have a home anymore.

Apparently I'm petty enough to feel emotionally wrecked by other people being able to move on without me. I am the bad guy. you win.

things around here are just so-- unstable. I feel so unhinged, like I'm incapable of doing anything other than the most basic of mental exercises - watch old shows, eat, sleep. I try to deal with anything else and I just end up full of hate or full of sadness, and I'm tired of both those emotions, tired of sobbing every morning, every night. I don't know what to do. I never know what to do.

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