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Thursday, Dec. 29, 2005, 4:36 a.m.

I am so fucking confused.

and I keep erasing what I write.

this is the third time.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I'm sick over him. I cannot stop thinking about him. It kills me. I can't help but wonder if he thinks of me, but i know he doesn't. because i'm the one sitting here broken up over...WHAT.

he didn't call to say meery christmas.

or anything else for that matter.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

WHY.
because I am WAY too drunk... I hope noone takes thod personally...to drunk to know better...

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