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(Friday, November 21, 2003-)
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i'm a LIAR? alright. whatever. nobody ever fucking knows. i try so hard at alot of things and it all blows up in my face.
relationships are going down the fucking drain.
tubachristmas. i'm about thisclose to being done with it. fucking Rachel and stupid Brian. can't someone show some interest?!?!?!?!
i fucking hate my dad, and i plan on doing something about it this weekend. i'm not wasting my time. i'm trying the best i can. i'm doing the best i can. I DONT WANT TO TAKE THE FUCKING BUS. god. things are getting miserable and fucking not worth even being around. fuck you, dad. you don't know shit.
i hate Miller and i hate how he hates me. I WORK WITH THE FROSH too. ok? i picked up the trash, i show leadership. i just dont kiss your ass. thanks for appreciating everyone but me.
i'm sick. feel like shit. maybe i'm dreaming.
just please, stop the yelling. i need to go suffocate my tears underneath a pillow or something.
i'm tired of things.
until fucking next time. have a great weekend.
the story ends like this..
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