TERRIBLY SANE
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THE DIARY OF PETRICHOR
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The Myth of an Age of Civilizartion - Saturday, Jul. 25, 2009
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Suffocating - Wednesday, Aug. 20, 2008
Emerging Unrest - Sunday, Aug. 10, 2008
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IF ANYONE STILL READS THESE OBSCURE, QUIET THOUGHTS, MY GUESTBOOK HAS FINALLY BEEN FIXED.
I don't know specifically what is happening in my subconscious, but I constantly feel on edge with everything and everyone. I seem constantly to be walking the line between being angry and anxious. My skin is just one thin layer above raw flesh.
I am jaded with everything and myself. I can't seem to go with the flow anymore. I am constantly treading through everything.
I want to go into exile and leave the world and myself behind.
I never feel at peace or at rest.
I am suffocating.
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