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I don't know if anyone reads this at all. Not that it matters but I would much rather if no one did. Why don't I just have a diary then? I don't know. Like most other things, I don't know.

Right now, for that matter, I don't know why I'm sad (or "depressed", as I'd like to believe) but I am. I don't know what makes me go on. I just know that it does. But then, there are those who make you want to live, make you want to realise that you have friends (even if they are few). People who wouldn't be lost without you but will miss you nonetheless. Because you were a part of them, a part of their life. Friends who would like to spend your Sundays with them. Or an hour that they have free from work. 

I don't know why I think of this at all... why I think writing all this (like a personal diary entry) in a blog would make any sense at all...

but when inebriation kicks in,

it doesn't matter. All I want to do, and feel like doing, is write. Write on this blog that still is. It stays, without me bothering about it. It still stays where it is, as I left it. If only I was like this... not caring about what happens outside of me. Staying put like nothing ever happened or will happen.