i just , just now, read livejournaljunk back back, lots of entries, back to 2004. two years of this. and things change and friends leave and my brain is different. but i am still so worried of my mom dying. and i dont think i write the same. and when i started this thing i was in twelevth grade and now i am almost 21. fuck 21. oh my god 21. i dont
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