2002-11-12 - 5:39 p.m.

dearest beloved,

i am filled with everlasting shame and remorse. i cannot ever make my earthly god happy. the game will not stop. the rules change, but the fun never begins. drats. i continue to be confused and frustrated, and yet i am also intrigued. being evil makes me want to be nice, and being nice makes me want to be super evil. i never want to be super nice. what am i suppose to do, care? i do, i don't, i do, i don't, i do, i don't, i do, i don't, it will end with my end.

meow-ouch.

too heavy. must be thin. must throw up. gack...i punch you in the nose.

i am alive...so far.

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