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I don't even know why i write in this thing- maybe just to get some steam off of my chest. almost 30 days til marty comes home. you really don't realize what you have until its gone. getting ready to move out- working 45 hours a week at the hell hole. going to see madonna in concert tomorrow night. no letters today. oh well. i miss high school. you didnt have to worry about growing up so fast then. i miss my friends- we are all going separate ways it sucks. oh well a toast to the future