May
June 11, 2005
Here I am writing about myself. I guess this can be called a diary, but I think it's kind of too late for me to start one of those. Actually, maybe it is a diary. There's no age limit for these things. Well, anyway, I'm feeling extremely sad. Like fallen-into-a-depression kind of sad. When I'm depressed, I clean things like a maniac, or more like, organize things like a maniac. Lately, I've been organizing everything in my roommate's room. I'll wake up in the morning, find the smallest bit of something off and fix it. How did I get into a big hole as this? Well, I think I can explain. It all started in the month of May.
June 13, 2005
Actually, I can only remember things that happened in the last two weeks of May. But now, I don't feel like writing.
Here I am writing about myself. I guess this can be called a diary, but I think it's kind of too late for me to start one of those. Actually, maybe it is a diary. There's no age limit for these things. Well, anyway, I'm feeling extremely sad. Like fallen-into-a-depression kind of sad. When I'm depressed, I clean things like a maniac, or more like, organize things like a maniac. Lately, I've been organizing everything in my roommate's room. I'll wake up in the morning, find the smallest bit of something off and fix it. How did I get into a big hole as this? Well, I think I can explain. It all started in the month of May.
June 13, 2005
Actually, I can only remember things that happened in the last two weeks of May. But now, I don't feel like writing.
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