i dont want to go to work tomarrow. i want to sit at home and paint like a mad fiend.. and then nap.
why cant i just have things my way? *insert sad whimpring noises* work eats my soul and i miss going to school.
the roomate continues to drink, but i dont realy see her much, and there are no men.
and that man has returned. it makes my throat hurt
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