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2002-06-04 - 11:07 p.m.

And I thought I had everything figured out.

How many times can I be wrong, before I can be right?

I started a month of celibacy that will end up being 2 years.

My hormones are on the brink.

This rage is stewing inside.

I don't even know where it came from.

Maybe the realization that everything is NOT going to be alright after all.

At least, not as I'd hoped.

And to think, I was about to give up everything.

And in a way I did.

For nothing.

One of my favorite lines from one of my old poems from college:

"You gave me nothing

Now it's all that I have (left)"

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