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.