November 2, 1984

On a Friday

At first, I'm not a fan of journaling or writing diaries, but it seems that I’m going to start this twisted diary that is going to ruin my life!! … I mean, it’s already starting to end; I am truly breaking down.

I’ve started to think, "I didn’t do this, officer!" But it seems that it won’t work, because it was I who did it with these two hands. This is what it means to be scum in this society (it seems this is my foolish perspective on being scum… perhaps). I wish things were easier for someone like me; why is life so harsh for someone who just wants peace and harmony in their life?

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It’s frustrating because things have slipped away from my grasp and I couldn’t control them. I feel sadness, humiliation, and disgrace. How did things take this turn? It was an ordinary day; why, oh God, why? … A wave of panic and exhaustion washes over me… and fear too!!

I’ve fallen into a trap with no way out, for sure… I want to disappear and leave; I want to be free of this weariness!!