daniel's rant

I can no longer write, I am constantly disappointed with my life and the people in it.Everyday I wake up I wonder , why? why did I wake up?
This shall be my last entry .Thank you and good bye.......

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  1. AnonymousApril 16, 2007 at 7:30 AM

    The Toronto Star tells us to ask why. So I'm asking, ...why?

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  2. Living one day at a timeApril 19, 2007 at 4:45 AM

    You ask why. I have come to two conclusions, no one cares, or no one hears me.

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  3. TazJanuary 31, 2008 at 1:14 AM

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 20, 2008 at 11:57 PM

    I used to think so too. But i have come to believe now that despite all the odds that I or rather we talk about, we strangely are still walking; maybe trudging but still walking. There is certianly more to life than simply giving up.

    I chanced upon ur blog today and i think that you write intricately.

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