2001-09-07 - 1:15 a.m.

Dearest Beloved,

I've been dumped by me cousin. It is however for the best. We will now be forced to think about what we do have in common. I want to go to Maryland though, but maybe Otakon shouldn't be the reason to go.

Momm is still selling more things than me. I have to saturate the internet with my products. It is a little distressing to see my mom work harder than me when it was my idea to sell this crap.

At work, the customers are getting to me. All their complaining is getting old. All their negativity is rubbing off on me. I'm becoming that bitch that barely gets in line that yells, "I'm been standing in line for half an hour."

I don't trust my senses at this time. My world is a plain beige. I am not sad but I'm not happy. I'm just--me. That doesn't make sense either. I don't know what it is to be me, so saying that I feel like me is contradictory.

I want you to want me to want you.

"james/ray sucks."

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