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I am done with this journal.

from here on in, I'm looking out for me.

The time is 6:30. This is VERY wrong.

A friend told me that she would've loved to have been my daughter/I was one of the coolest people. That made me feel real good.

hello twenty-first century, where the cars don't fly and being a strong single mother is SO in vogue.

Easter Sunday:

Quite possibly the only day of the year that people "brunch".

Everything is closed and make-up won't stay on because my left eye has a watering obsession.

If anyone is feeling the crunch-down of graduation, they should let me know. Because from what I understand I'm on the outs and not even my best friend acknowledges that I'm leaving? Or doesn't care to show it? I don't know, I've always been selfish so this line of thinking is probably more self-centered than it's coming across. Whatever. When ( Read more... )

How the hell am I supposed to confide in you when you won't even listen to small-talk.

I realize that being mental had it's perks. I don't know if I miss it or not.

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Living here is a triple-doggy-dare not to kill myself.