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last week i found my poor abandoned Livejournal (my last entry was on Jan 2008, so you have an idea how old is that shit). Tonight (more like last night, it's 5:30am now), while ferociously digging into it, i started sensing some sort of chest compression, I’ve heard it’s called melancholy.

It feels like all of this data is a collection of memoirs of a past life, but man! What a life. 

I’m very glad i found it because i was starting to wonder if i was real. I needed proof of my existence, and there it is. I am my own witness.

I haven’t forgotten names or places, but i had obviated the sensations they gave me. The tangibility of being is based on how we perceive our encircling.

What's with all this blogging lately?(cause Dailybooth is some sort of blog, no? so it is correct to use that term). I just feel like i have things to say i guess. Ok. I'll bore you again later, comrades!! Adios.