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i stopped writing in this when i got a girlfriend. now that thats going bad, its time i start talking again i guess. someone can treat me better than this im sure. dont know why im still here. here means more than one thing, its a many of things... hey look - its 2010. i was just reading heathers journal from 2002. that wasnt that long ago right? driving school, things like that. i cant have my door open right now, i just cant. my poor dad, so lost. my mom, a slut, but still lost so much over this life. i dont want this to happen to me, but i have a feeling that it happens to everyone eventually. need to live, need to enjoy everyday. ive been out of high school for 6 years. used to do this in the basement on the big computer before we had floors. all alone at night, no where to go, nothing to do but feel sorry for myself and my teenage problems. well im going out tonight, with my adult problems.but i wont be alone. im still me, just farther down the line.
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