Saturday, October 30, 2004
My God. I thought I'd be able to get this out, but I can't— not yet.
I can't do this.
I can't just fucking write it down.
I've lost everything, and that's not the worst of it. Jesus flogging Christ, it gets worse.
No... I can't do this right now. Rence thought he saw something anyway, so I'm going to go. If I can, I'll write more tonight, or tomorrow, or... I don't know.
Everything is up in the air and it’s sick and it’s disgusting. Everything. I don't know if they're reading this right now. I don't care. I want to throw up. Again.
I'm sorry, Gwen. I'm so, so sorry.
posted by Mark Huntley @ 3:16 PM
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