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I don’t have much to say, but I was sitting here at the shop falling asleep in the yard. So I thought I better get myself busy with something. I feel so fucking useless lately. There’s nothing to do. No one is bringing business in, and no matter who I...

  I finally got my gun. Now what do I do? I still haven’t shot the damned thing. I’ve taken it apart and put it back together at least eight times. I understand how it works and what I need to do with it. But I still haven’t shot the...

*Written in small barely legible print, the writing is dug into the paper as if the writer was pressing down too hard when she wrote it. There are lots of words and areas scribbled over as if the person writing were frustrated.*   You know, I was starting to think...

I totally started to feel like I was getting back into the hang of things the past couple of days. Last night I went on a trip with a couple folks from work. I don’t normally warm to strangers too quickly, but these people are all right. This Jeff guy...

The last 48 hours are a blur. Between the illness, my nightmares, lack of sleep, and the drugs… who knows what I’ve been up to. Night before last I started out in the Eights, I know that… but I was in the outhouse more than the bed, so at about...

There’s nothing left in me, there can’t be. It’s all come out from one end or the other. All night long I was in and out of the bushes spewing hot lava from my ass, and now… it just won’t stop coming up. I know it’s all in my head,...

Today was the pits. Like, really fucking bad. It started out ok, but like most bad days it quickly turned to shit. I had my first real shower in a while, it was nice. But that Dollhouse place is busy, and I didn’t like being so exposed. Whatever, beggars can’t...

*Written in small slightly messy print. Riddled with commonly misspelled words.* So I’m laying here in the shelter writing to myself again, mostly cause… well I’m bored out of my fucking mind. Arklays great, don’t get me wrong but Jesus, there don’t seem to be much going on. Even at...

So someone said I needed a journal, that it would help keep me sane and give me an outlet. I don’t know about all that. But I haven’t been sleeping too well, so I thought I’d try it anyways. Maybe at least by putting my life down on paper I’ll...