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Jan 30, 2006 12:13

Dammit. I think I'm getting a stomach ulcer.

I really want to meet someone.
I really want things to start moving forward.
I really want a car.
I really want my own place.
I really want you. Or to get over you.

I really don't know which I want more.

lovevince
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