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Now I have no fucking idea what I did wrong. I couldn't call him last night when I got home so I left him a comment on Myspace. Then I texted him this morning telling him how much I like him and that I hope he has a good day. He texted me back "k." So I called him to make sure everything was all right. He acted really distant and pissed off at me. ( Read more... ) -
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Now he's bitching because we still fight every day and "some of it is his fault but not all of it ( Read more... ) -
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What am I going to do?
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My eyes won't focus and they won't stop leaking and my brain won't think and I'm bating my breath to make sure it's not going to fast my hands are shaking so violently they have to grasp each other to avoid a collision with something breakable and I'm choking on everything I want to say because I know they'll get more of a reaction than I want ( Read more... ) -
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I woke up this morning
and everyone's name was Chuck.
My mother's name was Chuck.
My sister's name was Chuck.
Even my Tongan neighbor's name was Chuck.
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Blech. Blech. Blech. Blech. Blech ( Read more... ) -
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My dad didn't come down to take me shopping this year. He's too busy I guess. In his stead, he sent $1,800 for school clothes. I wish I could say I can't spend all that. But then I would be lying. I think I'll just try for the bare minimum and put the rest in the bank for a nice vacation. Right? Right ( Read more... ) -
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Panic shake.
Panic shake.
See the light.
Story of my goddamn life. -
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So either his baby is bleeding to death inside me or I'm not pregnant.
I'm homesick for a place I'll never be. I know exactly what place it is.
I have this sick feeling that I don't have enough diversity of extracurriculars for Westminster. And after last night's dream, I'm sort of praying for it. -
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It eats from the inside out till nothing else is left so you start in on your soul and lunch tomorrow is never enough and a sandwich won't fix anything ( Read more... )