2001-04-21 - 8:42 a.m.

Ok. I have to go to work soon. This is my last Saturday working. I feel like screaming, sobbing, something. I don't know. Last night I slept on the couch. I just didn't feel like moving ever. I still don't. It is like I'm in this place. I'm doing everything instinctively. Nothing is real. I am just moving from one place to another. Not thinking, not feeling, in fact not really living. My heart is going to explode. I am going to suffocate. I am scared. I just don't know?

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