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Nov 24, 2004 15:57

Morgan wrote this fucked up journal entry ......................................................................................sighs ....i really really hate it when...things are going real good between us, but then i read the things you say, & it makes me want to scream in your face! it makes me want to slap some sense into you! it makes me not want to be your best friend anymore!
but then you call, or i see you at school, & i'm so happy to see you that i forget everything i was mad at you for, & i want things to be like they used to be. before people started to get in the way. before drugs got in the way. before sex got in the way. before your so called "love" got in the way....& before you fucking ran away.
you really have no idea how fucked up things are now, & no matter how many times you say you're sorry, no matter how hard you cry, no matter how "broken" your heart is, & no matter how hard you wish you could see him again....what you want doesn't really matter any more, you already ruined that choice. what's important is what you need, & what you need is some serious help. & a serious slap in the face to bring you back to reality.

could i make it any more obvious....i am fucking talking to you?
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