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Strange Way
My best friend is in Ohio, and I’m stuck here in New Jersey. He’ll only be there for a week, and he’s coming home on Friday, but then I’m going to Pennsylvania for a few days with my Dad to see two bands (Skillet + Hawk Nelson). He doesn’t have internet, and I certainly won’t. He’s my lifeline, the only concrete reason I live for. Sure, I could say that I live for the breathtaking surrealness when you go to a concert, and see the band(s) that you’ve listened to at your darkest moment. Or that I live for fireworks on the 4th of July. […]
Its true, I have set my date. I have choosen the day that I am going to die. It kind of makes me happy, in a strange way knowing that the end is going to be coming makes things a little more bareable. Thank you to the gentleman that tresspassed upon my bounderies. It made me realize that yes, this is something I am going to do and when I am going to do.