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March 24, 2008
I am so fucking angry I don't know what to write about. But I know I want to write. And I will write. And noone will stop me.

AAAAAARRRRRGGGHHH! I've never felt frustration like this--the kind that clings to your back and clings even more when you try to leave it behind. It catches up with you faster each time until you stop running. You completely stop running and you feel it coming even closer and closer, suffocating you until it consumes you. You scream, but your mind and heart know that it's no use to fight back anymore.