I just can't fucking quit with the alcohol and the pornography. I need to get a fucking grip on my self. I need to figure out what's wrong with me. Why am I acting this way? [sigh] It's so exhausting in every single way. I'm being quiet so my mom doesn't hear me. And I'm talking to this microphone on my phone.
Because I want to write A Diary Journal, but I don't know if I can keep my thoughts strait or remember what I wanted to write, because I hear my voice in my head, then I have to repeat it to try to remember forever, but I don't really know if anything I think should be remembered forever. I guess some of it...
I guess I exist for a purpose and I wanna know what it is. And if there is a Purpose, then it shouldn't just fade away and be forgotten. It should be forever and it should make a difference. It should do good for the future, indefinitely, limitlessly, full of love and full of life.
um.
Andee's niece was born last night, and I thought, I guess I'll meet her pretty soon. Her name is Maeve. -- Is not that a great wonderful name? --
Okay, love you goodnight.
I'll be 50, or 51. [ what's wrong with that? what is wrong with me? ]
Love you forever.
Good bye forever.
Later.
I love you,
Sincerely,
Gregory Douglas Wredberg
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