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August 13th

Why am I there and not here?

I am trying to write a book. It won't be very much of a book but it will be something. No-one will ever read it but it's better than spunking all over here.

Life is pretty horrible at the moment. Work is horrible (the people save it always the people, don't tell them though I have an image to uphold) home is horrible. There is no love for me from anywhere. I don't deserve it. Poor me.

I thought I had a friend but they vanished and they can't be found. They are hiding somewhere. It is in my best interests not to go looking for them. I do miss them though.

Other people are happy (or are they?) and I like to think some of that is my fault. They wouldn't be where they are now if it wasn't for me. They can pretend that they would but they wouldn't. They are exactly where I told them they would be right about now. I am glad. I hope they are happy. Really happy and not pretend happy like last time. I don't think I know what I am saying. I do.

Have read a lot of books and spent money on a lot of things in the hope that they would make me happier. They have not made me happier. They have made me sadder.

So yes. Life is terrible. It could be worse.

Doom is around the corner. I am quite looking forward to that.

So yeah. Haven't been saying everything because there is nothing to be said. I will just keep on working on my book and try and make it a bit longer than five pages which is where I usually get to.

There has been some good telly on, but you know that. You have the same access to media as me.

See you in a bit.

Thanks for popping in.

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