September 5th, 2007

Journal...... control...... control has become harder to hold onto as of late. I feel..... I..... feel... *sighs* I don't know how I feel anymore. I want to go out and have fun like I use to but that isn't possible.

I just wish....... what's the use of wishing. I will perservere. I simply must. There is nothing else for me.

But why is that?! Why can't I simply go out and ******** whoever I want? No one seems to care! If I were an evil man this wouldn't be an issue. Maybe all I do need is to go out and get laid. It might help me! Right! RIGHT!?

Oh God! My mind even turns against me now. You are my only solace journal. I can write all of my frustration out in here and hopefully refrain from acting on the madness that will now fill these pages.

Please forgive me.

Vincent