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Dear Mr. Harvey,
I fucking hate you.
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This does not mean I'm back
Dear Kiera,
OMG YOUR PACKAGE IS MOTHERFUCKING AWESOME AND TOTALLY MADE MY WEEK.
Especially gangsters flash-cards. V. entertaining.
Little strawberry biscuits are delicious.
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Okay no, before I go, have a last fucking update.
Out of my notebook, Jan 3rd, 2009:
Harry Starks had feared all I fear of. The degeneration of the mind, of what makes you better, of the Intellect, losing what you worked so hard for - and without the Intellect, without your sense of self, who are you? You're no one, and your life has no meaning. And ( Read more... ) -
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This place is dead. I've run tired of everything. I just wanna bury myself in bed with some Tender Prey and not go to the army tomorrow, but I'm afraid that's not a possibility.
See you when I see you. -
Showing signs of life
Grunt.
Sigh.
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Every month or so I get myself sunken in this sort of overwhelming sadness, as I once again realize I'm forever trapped in this shit hole we call Israel.
I'm gonna try and get exempted again. I can't take two years of this stinking army. I just can't. -
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I don't have anything to say anymore. Everything goes straight to the notebook, so instead:
+ I DON'T HAVE THE PATIENCE TO SPELL-CHECK THIS.
( Have a meme stolen from Vee. )
