Six minutes of my day were good today.
No, seven. 'Cos I listened to a bitchin' song.

That's about it.

I tried. I really did. And I know you don't believe me. No one would. But I really did. And it doesn't make a difference.

I never make a difference.
This is fucking terrible.

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school was okay.
band was terrible.
and i'm really frustrated with myself/others.

It's clobberin' time.

School was good.
Minus the obvious.

Man. I really don't have anything to say anymore.
I don't think I ever did, really. I jsut wrote to think in screen. To get feedback. I guess.

Okay. Gotta go.

I guess.

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I wrote a really long and unnessary entry, as my whole thought couls be desribed in these three words:

I'm really sad.

I guess it's pathetic, but I don't feel like telling the world, and besides, if anyone gave a fuck, they'd fucking call. So whatthefuckever.

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I have today off. Call so we can hang out.