The New End. So long youngins. It all ends at 52.

2001-08-05 @ 9:48 p.m.

I'm back, but not for long. My travels have taught me something: Diaryland is bullshit. Absolute bullshit. I have finally found that old person I used to be and I like him. Sorry to leave you by the wayside if you were actually interested in reading my entries, but I don't think any of you that read this give a shit anyway.

What the hell happened here anyway while I was gone? There is nobody here. Maybe its because I've been in Chicago and Cleveland the past 3 days. I'm used to seeing so many people in one place. Or is it because all the college kids went home? This place sucks. Ann was right. I need to get out of here. If I can't, I suppose I'll settle for getting out of here more often. God, I was so insane the last 2 months when I was here. What happened to me? I can't explain, I don't want to go back there. I'm so tired of swollowing the pain. By the way, I got a B in spanish. I'm having a hard enough time swollowing that right now.

To my readers: Maybe I'll see you around sometime, but don't expect seeing anything in here anytime soon.

Goodbye. Keep in touch I suppose. Best wishes. Whatever.

I'm moving on.

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