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thoughts for the day @ 9:24 p.m. on 2002-03-17
my tummy hurts. my belly button is all red. i hate when people say "are you sure?". i hate how you always ask me if i drank and got drunk. i know you HATE when people drink, but WHO CARES, im not gonna stop drinking because YOU hate it, you idoit. i honestly hate talking to you.your NOT my friend, and i feel as if there is somekind of force to "pretend" to be friends. we fooled around, BIG DEAL. stop pretending like you care. i hate doing this finite homewokr that takes a page to do ONE question and i dont understand the rest of it. i want to get it done, but i have no desire. one zero wont hurt. i dont want to talk to you. you mean NOTHING to me. maybe the truman show is real. maybe everyone are actors and this whole life is fake. noone is really reading this, your JUST pretending to. all those other journal i read and FAKE lives, made up by some writer in order to entertain me. thats why everyones lives seem so much more better/interesting than mine. do you ever get a craving for food and think about it THE WHOLE day..then you FINALLY get it. take a few bites *a few as in 100* and then cant stand the site of it, and dont understand why you wanted it sooo bad and thats all you thought about. hmmmm maybe that is just a parell of how my life is. i see a guy i crave him..think of him nonstop..i get him, and i throw him away. sound familar? i hate icq. well not hate it, just its sad when you sit at the computer and hope "so and so" will message you, because im too much of a dip-shit to message anyone, because im afraid they hate me and will be like "why the fuck is SHE messaging me". did i metion my tummy hurts?
 Tawnya
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