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So, it seems that life is more complicated now than it has ever been.
Complications, complications.
Do this, do that.
Remember me, forget that.

Nothing is helping me keep track anymore.
Track of lost times and lost memories.
Lost all of that years ago.

I still wonder what's keeping me afloat.
I try to remember that one important detail...
Then I forget what I was searching for.

I keep myself attached to keep my friends safe.
My safety is not guaranteed and not insured.
It's the only way to keep them safe...

"Safe from what?"
Safe from me and the reality of this dire situation.

Surprising, ne? The first journal in years and this is what pops up.
A jumble of words created by a madman who dares to dream the untreatable?
A bunch of poor creatures made by mind who lived a life of pain and torment.
What does that make me. A poor soul? A tainted child? A young child in need of help?

D)None of the above are true.

I am me. I am alone. I am not afraid of what I am. I am almost free.

The taste of freedom is almost here. Graduation '11... how I hate you.

I would rather rot in a padded locked cell in the crazy house rather than graduate and lose touch with reality. Ahhhh, if I was in the crazy house I would not lose my sanity. Trust me. It's already gone. I would probably get it back instead.

OKAY! That is enough out of my for tonight.~ Night people!