I've been stuck in a room for 21 years.
The only thing that i know is pain and turmoil and angst.
I turn around and see a door, and wonder "has that been here all along?".
I go through the door, and see only pleasure and happiness in all directions.
I enjoy this for a moment, then things get uncomfortable and awkward.
I see someone in the distance, all happy and calm, i approach, then cut him with a razor.
Things are now no longer strange.
I cause pain to everyone i meet, I destroy everything which is beautiful, until there is no happiness left.
This is the only way i feel comfortable in this world.
The world in which I entered is now no different in the room that i had emerged from.
I guess it's time to go back to my room, it is where i belong.
7:42 p.m. - 2004-01-02
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