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I miss you less and less every day   
07:50pm 20/03/2007
  It's true, the whiskey's had to wash you away

I guess I've always known this, but it has really hit home the past couple days. I have some truly incredible friends. I honestly don't think I would still be here without them.
Last night was the first night in three days that I didn't spend with a bottle. I hate it when I get all depressed and self pitying like this, and I just really want to thank those people who put up with it.
Calley, Lindsey, Brian Kelly, Sera, Tasha, Lilli, Ashley, Liz.
I don't say it enough, so I'll take this moment to say thank you all so much. I love you guys.		  
     
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Happy Birthday, this is Goodbye   
01:09am 13/02/2007
  I took a step, tonight.
She's gone, and I'm letting myself accept that.

I'm not ok. But time heals all wounds.

Or so I hear.
I may disappear for a little while, but I assure you, I'm here.		  
     
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The city burns, as it lays to sleep   
11:38pm 07/02/2007
  Note to self:
Do something amazing.		  
     
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10:04am 31/01/2007
  Sorry I haven't updated in a while.
Basically, I've just been super busy with school and work, as well as being depressed that I'm still in this fucking town.
I'm just really tired of Arizona, and I'm so sick of Phoenix and almost everyone in it. I'm sick of everyone knowing everyone and everything about everyone, even before you meet them. Honestly, you can't fully trust that anything said to almost anyone here won't eventually be heard, in some form or another, by everyone else.
Lately, so many of the people I call friends have been quite adept at proving themselves to be otherwise. Most of this is aimed at people who don't even read this journal, so I'm probably not talking about you. It just makes me sad that you can put so much trust and love and faith into someone and have it not be reciprocated in the least.
Oh well.
Only a few more months before I leave this lonesome crowded west.		  
     
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07:11pm 23/01/2007
  I believe
I believe
I believe
It's over		  
     
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04:05pm 13/01/2007
  And when the robots come, where will you be?
Me, I'll be holed up in a cellar with a door and a bottle of vodka, letting someone else take care of the problem. Care to join me?

Or will you be one of the lucky ones, one of the ones to die gloriously on the battlefield in the battle of Ones?
I'd like to be that one.
That one that you think about, whose name you write in your notebook on your lunchbreak, whose face drifts through your mind as you daydream at your desk, before your boss walks in and reminds you that the report you're doing needs to be on his desk by five.
Because, goddamit, you shouldn't start a sentence with because, and because those guys over at that other place need these pointless words that you're writing so they can carry out their tiny task that makes the big machine of their job go around. You're the oil to their cog, and the Tinman wants to go a'dancin'.

Pick an apple. Go ahead. The snake won't bite, and the tree might yell at you, but it will be delicious.		  
     
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09:25pm 12/01/2007
  Pour me a cup of tea
Let's sit and talk a while		  
     
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02:09am 11/01/2007
  Today I gave a cigarette to the head of some leukemia group that was meeting at the store

I
love
life		  
     
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  julycastaway