Dear Diary,
15th of December 2008, 11.30pm-ish
Sam feels like an airhead today =(
It's like, I forgot about yesterday, my past, my future my goal my plansmyhandphonewalletmyblahblahblahblah
You get the point, but what the heck, I can't even THINK for some weird supernatural reason, it's like there's a brick stuck on my head and my imagination's dead
Suddenly in the afternoon, I was thinking of the possibility that I may have another hopeless split personality growing from within me
what the hell's happening =(
~Sam
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