11/11/1998
	Not many things shake me. I hate the world and most of the people in it. They are cruel, stupid, inconsiderate, and annoying. Idiot teenagers climb into the backseat of a Chevy and climb out a teenage parent. Justice died a long time ago. I wish we could determine who killed it and when it actually died, but I know for certain justice is dead. Replaced by legalities, civil rights, and other petty crap, justice was tossed aside. Every aspect of life now is suffering because justice is dead. Our second trip to the doctor revealed that we must suffer and some pathetic 15-year-old gets to rejoice. We want and need ours. Yet justice is dead. Sometimes a sound can stay with you forever. Ringing in your ears for an eternity. I’m especially keen to this ability. Yet the absence of sound, the absence of a heartbeat, is the loudest sound I’ve ever heard.