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May 27, 2009

Hello Diary,

Daniel again. Today was as boring as usual. I'm starting to find my "best friend," Mark, to be a tad annoying. Mark is nothing special, normal American family man from the suburbs.

Is there something wrong with me if I start to think some human beings as disposable? It earlier crossed my mind how uninteresting some of the robotic minded creatures called humans I liked to keep in my company really are. Ashley, with her endless list of pet names for her latest boyfriend.

Stuart, his mumbling about the paranormal, UFOs and etc. Though his theories are interesting, they're still about the same thing every day.

Is it really wrong to think of these people as just packs of meat that shouldn't have even been given a working brain? Death will be a mercy to them, once they reach that fateful day...

Wait, what am I writing? These are my friends, what the heck came over me? I need to control myself... I hardly remember writing this. Today wasn't that eventfull but I did stop by that sweet old woman's house today. We shared a plate of some of those delicious cookies with some tea, the flavor of which I just couldn't place. Such a sweet old woman... it is so sad that much of her family is dead or has forgotten about her. Her name is Susan Anderson, and her home is filled with so many curiosities from the ages of old, and it just fascinates me so. I must go back there again sometime. I must pull this entry to a close. I am still asking myself how I could think such horrible things as I did about my closest co-workers.