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| Monday, March 31, 2003 my life is boring, boring and pathetic, boring and pathetic and, worst of all, lonely. there's no one i really want to talk to, or there's no one who really wants to listen, i'm not sure which it is. but really, why can't i find a girl? just someone who'd talk and listen, and care, and appreciate me. nobody appreciates me. is that really to much to ask? i mean, am i really so terrible that i dont deserve someone like that? and here i am, again, complaing about how no girls like me. fucking shit man, i really am pathetic. our doughboys are over-seas dying, killing Iraqi soldiers and civilians; people are dying, people are starving, people are being driven insane by the madness and chaos in the world; people lose the lives because of the utter stupidity of us slack-jawed, inbred Americans and our inability to see the truth; the Earth is dying and, still, people go out and by a brand fucking new 18-wheeler to drive down the freeway to work, and here i am, complaining that i dont have a fucking stupid-ass girlfriend. who the fuck do i think i am? i mean, shit, Julius Caesar would think I was being too egotistical. summary: i wish someone'd stab me in the back... gratias tibi ago, Brute.
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