I was supposed to be at work at 8am appararently. But when I called to get my schedule, Paul didn't seem upset. He knows I hurt my wrist. I'll be in tomorrow at 5am
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i keep hearing the same songs over and over again.
you and me- lifehouse all that ive got- the used home- michael bubble rapid hope loss- dashboard confessional motorcycle driveby- third eye blind hang-matchbox twenty
tried typing tonight with my right hand. that was a mistake. my wrist is killing me.
I know I am something, and that I do not need a guy in my life to be something. I was in the middle of crying my eyes out and I had to leave for work, and it was an abrupt and quick ending
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