Dear Diary,

I haven’t felt this depressed in a while, but it seems I am going down the spiral again. I think I’m angry at myself. It’s easier to find something to blame other than circumstance so that I have a person to direct my frustration at rather than something abstract. You’ve got it good, being inanimate and all. I have to deal with life, people and myself. Sometimes, I wish I had no emotions. Heck I wish a lot of things, but I seldom get what I want. But I digress.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go find something that gives my life purpose.

Tired,
Cheese.

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