Dec. 26, 2003 @ 11:12 p.m.

I’m tired of being lied to, deceived and taken advantage of. Soon my adventures will cease. My mouth will act as if it’s sewn shut with a thousand little threads made of steel. My mind will never let anyone else inside of the tiny cavities that will soon be filled with dirty, nasty things that no one will ever want to sift through. I never lied to you, but you seem to take some kind of sick pleasure in lying to me. What gives?