Something shaped hole.
(written on Monday, Jan. 26, 2004)

i cleaned today, the room upstairs that was my own for so many years, and I moved everything into the Death Room.

the computer is in my room now. My world keeps getting smaller... there's no reason for me to leave my room or the rooms next to mine anymore, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen.

I feel trapped

and hollow inside.

and i want this to stop.