Ten Thousand Lies - 2004-02-07 - 2:01 p.m.

There isn't much to say. I'm not ultimately too fond of Diaryland anymore. I won't give up writing entries though, for my own amusement and so I can dwell on the past in the future, but I hope most people know that I don't give a shit whether they read me or not anymore.

I don't write anything even remotely interesting. I used to write what people would call "meaning", or "entertainment." Now it's "boredom."

I am obsessed with the Devin Townsend band. The metal band of the month. Hardcore band of the month: Converge. For the fourth month in a row. It's strange how I've changed in the last couple of months. I've slowly separated myself from metal and dove into hardcore music.

Not that I don't listen to metal anymore. I still do. Just, not as much. I'm concentrating more on writing my own stuff for my band right now.

Soon I will be going to the doctor. My health is bad. The problem is, I don't know where to find one.

I am getting my septum dermal punch next month. I have no money for it this month. This month though I may be getting my ear lobes scalpelled once again. I don't know what gauge yet, I'm hoping for 00 gauge.

Holy fuck things are strange. It's always up or down, never sideways or forward or backward. I'm fighting a war with myself and both fucking sides are losing.

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