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July 24, 2007

Two weeks ago, I suddenly felt a great depression. I couldn’t understand myself. Though I knew I was all right the whole morning, from that evening until recently I didn’t know why I was so depressed. I couldn’t express myself well.

I simply casted it as one of my “emo moments.”

Then, it sank in to me. Actually by the time I write this, it would have been 4 seconds ago. But then, now it would be 6. 7. and now 8.

Anyway, everything made sense to me. I knew I was going to feel alone. But you know, it’s really easy to find people with whom you can act around foolishly with everyday, or you can share the same types of jokes, or just have those out of the blue conversations while having a meal, or share a simple silence and feel comfortable about it. Yeah, it’s so easy, you can actually just get one right across the street, or you can just go and proceed to anyone in the corner. Yeah. Kantan da yo.

Everyone’s leaving.

I’ll miss you all.



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