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I just feel like writing today. About what, I don't know. I guess writing is my "depression buster", you could say. Books have taken the backseat, for the moment. Seeing as I've been reading too much for it to have any effect. And I've run out of movies to watch, too.

So what do I write about? I don't have a clue. All I know is, if I don't write, something inside me is going to break through the restraints. Something... unpleasant. It's nothing specific that happened, just an accumulation of things over a period of time that has never seemed to let up.

I don't usually sound this out of it, but this time I really am. There are things that are impossible to share with ANYONE, and those are the things that kill you. Whack you left, right, center and all you can do is pray that you'll be able to get back up.

I probably will get over this as I usually do, but I don't know how much longer I can take it if these.. things.. continue. I might end up doing or saying something that I regret or at the very least hurt someone I have no intention of.

But one thing really gets to me. I don't understand how some people can be such hypocrites. It's like, do what you say and try to make others do! Why bother to say it when you yourself don't live by it? It's just one more pain in the ass that I could do without.