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9:56 p.m. / August 31, 2005 - - please, let it be sex

and, hey, i've been here before, seen this before, the past month is already gone? it's september? what happened? where have i been? sobriety is like being high or drunk; strange, foreign. electric. harsh. sometimes i think that this is perfectly natural, that i am one of many who cultivate their brains, learn, grow, and then routinely destroy their progress.

hey, look at that girl, she looks good with short hair; for some reason, her bowling name is cockrocker. what is that blue thing in her ear? it's huge. she's smiling, wearing a hemp necklace. seems happy.

the courses of our lives are really amazing sometimes. i can't believe i've been where i've been and done what i've done. i keep expecting to wake up. i haven't been all here. i haven't really been alive. or, at least, that's how it seems now.

every time i try to write in here i draw a blank or end up retreating to bed. every time i try to tell myself what i've been living as for the past weeks i change the subject.

really, all i need is a new addiction.

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