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I desperately want to see the baby seagull again. I need to know something survived.
I was off work today and spent almost the whole time in bed. When I wasn't in bed I deleted my bebo and almost deleted my myspace.
I don't want to be part of the pretentious brat pack that live their lives for them. I’ve got enough shite going on to have myself paraded online. If you’re a friend and I actually like you you’ll have my number so don’t forget me.
I’m going to live my life now.
Well, I've always said I'm a melodramatic cunt.