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Mar 15, 2004 21:39

I love Erin and our walkie talkies.

I'm so cool.

I have no appetite. I haven't for like a week. I think I am depressed.

I hate hangin out with him when he's like that.

Yeah. No doz.

I want to go home.

My nails and hair are tight. You are jealous.

Talked to Ali today for the first time in a long time. I miss her.

Ditched school. Again.

Uh oh. I think I like him again.

I'm going to go die now.
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