March 3rd, 1993
Hello? Is anybody there? Can anybody hear me?
Sometimes I wonder… I mean, what’s the point? I don’t mean to sound defeatist; it isn’t that. I’d really like to know. If I had some idea, I’m sure I could do better.
Right now I feel empty, vacant. The list of chores is endless, but there are no rewards, nor is there any break, not even briefly.
I’ve been wandering for as long as I can remember. I don’t know why, and I don’t know where I’m going, if I’m even going anywhere at all. It’s sort of like purgatory, and maybe that’s exactly what it is. Who am I to say?
I only long to be wherever I’m not. I only care about people that I don’t know. In short, my reality and dreams never intertwine.
But perhaps if I were told where I went wrong and perhaps if I were told that I could make up for it, then maybe I would. Maybe I would do everything in my power to make things right.
Until that day comes, what can I do?
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