I'm just an animal looking for a home

Journal Entry


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46. 6AM

47. I exist

Sorry, just adding to my ever-growing list of why my life sucks.

It’s kind of ironic that I spend time writing in here when just 10 minutes ago I was about ready to sell my soul to get my homework done!

Today I watched Maile play basketball against her grandfather out of my window.  It pleased me to watch how happy she was.

I listened to a depressing song from 7:21PM-9:16PM.  I was pissed and depressed.  During that time I biked and walked around Tomball talking to myself about my life and Maile.  It only succeeded in keeping me outside until about 9PM.  Hell, I need to talk to myself sometimes.  I wish I could record what I said and give a copy to Maile.  She might be mad that I was so pessimistic and semi-suicidal.

Oh!  I recently learned that if someone knows someone else is suicidal, and they don’t report it, they’d be arrested!  Sabrina and Maile has risked arrest, except I try to act happier around them.  It wouldn’t be good if I acted depressed around them.

I am about to die of exhaustion.  Later.

P.S. – Maile is the best.


Author: mitcharf

vegan, curmudgeon, animal lover, feminist, agnostic, cat whisperer, bookworm, hermit, Red Sox fan, Cthulhu enthusiast, softball player, man-about-town

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