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January 3, 2011
I feel lost. Set adrift in a raft on the sea, face and lips burnt and chapped by the sun, mouth dry. Gazing listlessly up at the blue sky, so pale at the edges... So pale. Paler than the salt bleached thoughts in my head.

Where am I? Why am I here? Why here? Why am I in this terrible, crowded, lonely city? I could be anywhere. Anywhere.

I'm sick of being drunk. Of being mad. Of being depressed and apathetic. Of the frustration. Of not knowing what to do. I'm sick of this life. I want a new one.