Written sometime in 2009:
The anxiety is slowly killing me.
At least that's what it feels like.
Once again....I'm in this lame ass rut.
Bored with my life.
This is where I find myself the most.
Not exactly sure why.
Lack of human contact I think.
Although I don't care for people that much.
Maybe it's because I'm no longer free.
Trapped in this lame ass life.
I want out.