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Dear private journal,
I feel like I have no one to confide in except for you, my journal. In you I can put my personal feelings that I can't tell people about. Life is so boring at the moment. I haven't spoken to Corey for ages and it's tearing me up inside. I miss his sexy afro and his obsessive personality. If I could see him again I would say, "Corey, you stupid muthafucka! Fuckin ring me or something you stupid shit!" Oh, why is my life ruled by such banal pursuits!
Another problem in my life at the moment is that Hope has a "thing" going on with Paul! I can't believe that she could be so passe about my heart, so flippant about my emotions! I feel as if my brain is being ripped to pieces! It's so hard to be around Jesse and act like the proper little girlfriend when I am feeling such internal torment! Hope was even so insensitive as to invite me to Paul's party. There is only one way to settle this. I've ordered a bazooka and that bitch is going to hell!
I feel like I have no one to confide in except for you, my journal. In you I can put my personal feelings that I can't tell people about. Life is so boring at the moment. I haven't spoken to Corey for ages and it's tearing me up inside. I miss his sexy afro and his obsessive personality. If I could see him again I would say, "Corey, you stupid muthafucka! Fuckin ring me or something you stupid shit!" Oh, why is my life ruled by such banal pursuits!
Another problem in my life at the moment is that Hope has a "thing" going on with Paul! I can't believe that she could be so passe about my heart, so flippant about my emotions! I feel as if my brain is being ripped to pieces! It's so hard to be around Jesse and act like the proper little girlfriend when I am feeling such internal torment! Hope was even so insensitive as to invite me to Paul's party. There is only one way to settle this. I've ordered a bazooka and that bitch is going to hell!