Disclaimer

Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Tuesday, 23 March 1999

23 March 1999

If you haven't guess, I'm being depressed. it is not even that I like it, I'm just so used to it I can't fight it. At the rate that I'm going, soon for psychiatry fees I'll be owing.
I'm not in a great place right now. I don't know what set it off, but since mid last week I've been progressively getting worse. I might have to start going to the useless shrink I used to see. So she can sit saying "Happy Pills, Happy Pills, Happy.........". Basically life sucks and I want to pull out of Uni, coz I'm hating it all. Chemistry is hell. By some sick luck the mean old man who was nasty to me at course approval is my CHEM202 Lab Supervisor. If only I could die a slow and painful death. It'd be better than this life. Better than sharing a house with my hell-spawned mother. Who is even now kicking me off the computer. So I'm off. Maybe to chop pieces off myself and see how much blood I can lose before I pass out.
Bye.

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