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Today is just like every other day. You wake up to a world where you are just a number. What number a person is does not matter, for we are all number one. Sounds good? Laugh it up, because one is the loneliest number of all. I wake up to a world where no one appreciates my exsistance. Im a face in the crowd, a stress relief, a place to dump off problems, or just a punching bag above all else. Im passive, do unto others. Lend a hand, and later I get a hand lended to me. ._. Its a great way of living, so long as you can handle being dumped on all the time. But it all adds up. The sun is shining, and the day looks promising...just like all the others. Today is the day of reckoning, like all the others... blah blah blah. Go to school, come home, go to work, come home, go to bed, repeat it over again. SOme of us go to school, some of us work, some of us do both and others neither. ^-^ Despite how I hate humanity, myself, and life, Im glad to be alive. Because... what good is death? Eturnal nothingness? Even more sorrow and pain? A bag of fish sticks? Point is, despite my chronic sufferage, its nice to be alive... that is... until I run out of batteries in my cd player, then nothing matters. sweatdrop