2002-04-24 - 2:33 a.m.

beloved,

so tired at work.

saw Our Lady of the Assasins again. it got me depressed again. i went to work and on my way in the narrow street that i always take, a van was coming in the opposite direction. there was enough room for both of us, but we had to go slowly. i didn't mind and he knew he had to do so because he was going down hill. anyway, we both had our windows open. i heard him say something, but it didn't register in my useless brain. i kept thinking about it and it finally cleared up in my mind. the guy had called me a faggot. my eyes got watery, but i didn't cry. then i got angry. and society wonders why fags become psychotic. i'm too fragile. don't they know this? damn heteros.

don't make me run you over. y tu mama tambien.

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