Hey kids.

I just realised that one of the hypotheticals (#3) from last week was entirely redundant. I was writing of how I was trying to drive you all away by being extremely pretentious / annoying / wankery. And, slow as I am, it didn't occur to me that this has already happened. You know, I was only ranting about it a few paragraphs before...

There are only four people out of all you guys who I actually give a damn about. The rest of you are what you always were; background noise. Damn foolish of me to ever think otherwise.

I've been dismissing my own feelings on the grounds that all teenagers feel depressed due to their hormones. Which is a stupid way of behaving. In order to deal I must face up to myself. And not in weeklies. For real.

My e-mail accounts have dried up. This is a good thing. More time for the real. Back to once / twice a week for me.

And then she went and got Internet access at home. Disgusting.

As far as getting rid of you is concerned. Well, this here weekly's a hindrance to that. So away I say! Away with the weeklies! Away to the swamp they are thrown and no more shall their repetitive ramblings haunt your e-mail accounts. Rejoice my children; you are free.

Goodbye,
Caleb

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The dogs awakened me at dawn. I yawned into the mirror and was startled to see that the face did not yawn back. It was watching me in cold amusement.
- Kenneth Patchen