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Ignore those last two entries. They were not directed at anyone, I assure you. I just have some mental anguish going on, and I'm slowly working it out.
Well. Thank god bars are open on Sundays. My father had this 'talk' with me and said that I was ''doing things online that I shouldn't be'' and while I stood there thinking about what these things could possibly be, I couldn't think of it. Not that there's anything else in this stupid town to do... well. I did go to suicidegirls.com, but who doesn't?
Agh. I did a deep cleaning in my room and I found some of my old poems I did last year. I found the one I was looking for, the one I wrote about what I think a guy should be like. But I've lost it again, or I'd write it out so you could read it.
I don't know what else to say, really. So I'm gonna go.