I'm at peter joncox's house (a former arch enemy of my sister, they were both in plays and u kno those drama kids, its always like freakish anoying love or extreme unjustified hate , at dmas at least). pat's here studying. its tuesday, and i came home tonite to get contacts and sumer clothes. i feel fat, naseus, gross, stupid, stressed, and paniced
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