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Jan 28, 2006 16:04

I've developed a hatred of being at home. It's got nothing to do with my family, because I feel the same whether they are in the house or not. There is just something about sitting at home in the late afternoon with the whole evening ahead that I cannot stand. It's SO MUCH TIME. All evening, and all day tomorrow. I have NOTHING to do. I mean, of course homework, but nothing that I want to do.

I will sing. All alone. And do homework. And watch "Runaway Bride".

But I hate this feeling.
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