December 4th, 2004

(I've tried patience)

On straws, final.

So. So, the extended nervous breakdown that has been my life for the last three months comes to a fitting conclusion, with me sobbing "Oh Christ oh Christ I want to die" over my computer at two o'clock on a cold December night. Wonderful.

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I don't want help. I don't want anything. I don't want tomorrow or the day after that. I never want to know another person as long as I live, which is unfortunately not a possible goal.
But I can stop knowing you lot. I wondered when I'd have to do this. I think it's now. I'm sorry, but I think you've lost me.
I think you've lost me.

My parents will be so pleased.