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Aug 01, 2004 06:39

It's fucking August.

Everyone's going to college.

I'm going to a new high school.

I'm arguing over swimming trunks.

I'm getting karmically fucked in the ass.

I've found a new place to buy vodka.

I need money.

There's still dirt in my hair from Friday.

I really want those Van's checkered shoes, but I think
I'll kill myself for how obnoxious they are.

I feel like a giant walking piece of shit.

Adam's coming back today.

I want to audition for something, anything. I'm willing to do snuff films.

I need to be more assertive.

I think I might start a Xanga. Which is surprising considering the many times they've ruined my life.

I'm angsty and I can be because I'm fifteen, I keep forgetting.

I hate myself.

I think I need to meet new people, or get in touch with old people I've forgotten about. Either or.

I'm definitely applying to Dunkin Donuts today.

Fuck Andrew.

I'm mulling over the thought of not sleeping today...

I'm thinking of writing a love letter...
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