my phone bill was $137.57. so, i have no cell phone, do not call. and i can't talk to james, because my dad flipped out about it. and that is fucking killing me. KILLING ME.

i hate bills.

and now i have no money, no boyfriend, and no life.

fuck.

Dear whoever is driving past my house and screaming shit:

keep doing it and die.
don't fuck with my family. you have a problem with me, say it to my face.

i will find you.
love,jeanne

papers suck. school needs to be over asap. i'm supposed to be writing a paper on fat people, but am i? nooooo. i am so tired. i need to start sleeping. i need to start letting certain things go. i need to go on a long vacation.

i need to do this damn paper.

long time no write.

anyways.

people suck.

i got grounded for smoking ( a cig, so gay.) and then there was a lot of family shit that happened, not cool. i broke up with chris, got a new man (james), and yeah. life is pretty good.

gimme some love.

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