Nope, not done.

She thinks I'm making shit up. I'm starting to think I'm making shit up. I remember when there was the whole fuckery with Gabby, Ace and Mindy. Although I knew I was telling the truth when everyone kept saying I was lying, I started thinking maybe I WAS lying, that I had finally gone insane. That's the same feeling I have now.

I feel like Dr. Manhattan actually. I want to go to Mars because I just don't fit in here, and I never will. Maybe the whole world will be better off just thinking I'm a lying sack of shit. Maybe it's better to live without closure so that people can come to their own conclusions. Maybe doing that will show who really understood you in the first place.

I'm not sure how much longer I can play along. Yet, I'm also not sure how much longer I'll be under the impression I'm playing along at all.

Scariest shit happened to me today. I realized that one day I'm going to die and none of this shit will bug me anymore, and that thought pleased me. Thank God nobody reads this blog, if they did I'd smooth get sent to a 'facility' in the morning.

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