04.04.2004 - 4:21 pm

My life is devoid of much depth and meaning at this point, I wouldn't want to be friends with me if we just met. It seems like I cycle through these feelings every year though, and it spawns all kinds of great thought and creativity and a general feeling of contentment with myself.

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