10.08.2002 | 1:45 a.m.
why didn't they ever tell us how ephemeral happiness could be?

Tomorrow I will elaborate on why exactly my day was so bad and why I wish I had never been born and why sometimes being dead is better than being alive. It's almost 2 a.m, I'm exhausted and I've realised that no one gives a shit.

Good Night,dear diary. I hope tomorrow brings happier times.

deja vu? | jamais vu?