It's 3:35 in the morning, at least it is at the moment I'm typing this. I can't sleep, all I can do is lay in bed and think. I have the damn speech competition today, so I might as well indulge in J Alfred Prufrock
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I lovith my friends, they roque my solitary soque.
I'm somewhat complacent. The coffee and the lame therapy poems are doing what they always said they do, I just wish I could sleep, but its probably better so I can get back to my old sleeping schedual.
I can't really bring myself to journal anything... oif.
His world's foundation has found it's place in atrophy, and I as a friend am to be there for him. He doesn't deserve deserve a back-up tire, even if he only needs it for a little while. I gave him plenty of warnings; they would have intercepted the road from his feat
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I cannot believe how good a mood I'm in; I think its the weather as everyone else seems to feel the same way. Whatever the reason, I'm going to lay back enjoy everything.
I saw a lot of people today, that was crazy, I forgot the whole area was going to be at that school. It made me oober happy.
I really hope today doesn't get soiled. Anyway, Im