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ive had about as bad an evening as one can have. i just i could be at home in my bed in my little dark room with the two noisy fans. i hate it when Bobby just has to pass judment on every aspect of my life; my house, my parents, the person I love, my future...and above all else, just plain me. I hate it. When will he learn to just shut the fuck up and let me deal? I just want to sleep, but I cant and there is no one to talk to.