| I wanted to feel closer to my web audience, so I decided to put my diary online. |
| By sharing my life with you, "The People of the Net," we can begin a relationship |
| that can only grow stronger. Enjoy! |
| -Feb. 19, 1998- |
| Woke up. | |
| Scratched myself twice. | |
| Went to the bathroom. Number 1. | |
| Escaped bathroom and searched for food | |
| Checked voice mail messages. | |
| Got online. Checked mail. Read mail. Deleted mail. | |
| Decided to update web page. | |
| Decided to procrastinate. | |
| noon | Quit the "Online Diary" business. |
| -Feb. 20, 1998- |
| I apologize Diary. I had left you behind. I saw the light streaming in through the window, and |
| I could not help myself. I was drawn to it. Forgive me. Forgive me. Anyway....I have decided |
| to lose the constraints that an itemized list of daily events can cause. Well dear Diary, I hope |
| you will be able to understand my needs on this matter, and our relationship can change. Fear |
| not change, for it does not fear you. |
| Until tomorrow, |
| Adieu |
| -Feb. 25, 1998- |
| Damn you! How dare you fill me such guilt! Heartless emotion! I scream! I curse! |
| I spat at your disgusting, foul name. First of all, I am not deserving. Die Scum Vermin! |
| Second, it is I who have been ignored in the past. It's not like you have ever |
| apologized for leaving me on my own. It's not like you have been consumed with so |
| much rage and hopelessness that going on one more moment alone seems like an |
| impossible option. Bash your face in with a baseball bat, remove all of your clothes, duct |
| tape yourself to the road, drink poison, get run over by the oncoming traffic, let |
| vultures pick out your eyes, piss yourself, starve, lose your lunch money, get dumped |
| by your non-existent girlfriend, and DIE! To sum up all of my emotions in one phrase: |
| Fuck you diary! |
