It seems so very odd that the world is what it is. I'm still unhappy and I'm flush with money; I'm unhappy but I've been here forever.
I'm not likely to change.
I'll wallow in my own misery and fears.
I have no children.
When I die this jerk-show ends.
When I'm gone what will there have been as my contribution to society?
What will I have given to the Greater Good?
San Antonio had snow.
I'm leading triple lives again.
I think I'm falling into depression but I don't know to be honest.
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