can`t go to buenos aires. it was wierd, this morning i fucking cried about it. like of all the things to bring me to tears. i guess i was more disapointed than i thought. whatever. i`m a brat
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yea so the whole point of my live journal was to explain what went wrong with my first dad. but i get to my first day in his house and i`m suddenly very very bored of typing
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**Going back and reading this, I sound just really bitchy about my classmates. I`m blown away by how much they`ve reached out to me. The kindest people I`ve ever come across
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