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3:20 a.m. - 2001-07-05 There is no one to talk to. No one wants to figure it out, they just want to leave. I have been here too long. Now I need to go. No one should waste away like this. But it doesn't matter. This is where I am. Wasting away is what I do. It's unfair but I am beyond outrage now. Outrage is useless. Outrage is a flame that needs hope as its oxygen, and once you've smothered that there is no use anymore in fighting for a better world because I do not believe there is a better world. It will get worse and worse, and everyone did it, they all got mature and real, and I got mature and real, and it's all horseshit now, everything I've ever written, because I lost the war. I'm not bitter. I'm just done.
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