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Everytime I look at my wrists I want to cut them up.
I know that's sick. but it's honest.
I just long to take a razor blade to them.
I'm not suicidal. I like myself. don't worry.
things are okay. I'm a smart girl.
I have the flu.
It's finals week, and I've spent today begging my teachers to let me make up work, and to find out information. I'm really surprised I haven't passed out yet. I feel so sick.
I hope Grant doesn't get sick too. making out is a sure way to do it.
Jake sent me a text the other day. He'll be in town on the 17th.
fuck. I'm still in love with him. I'm dating Grant though.
I don't know what to do, or what I want.
we were going to drive to provo tonight, to see santa claus.
the weather is scary.
I'm in over my head.
I love you livejournal.
I hope you think I'm a joke.