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I don't update my journal.
It's my birthday. I am 18 years old. It's kind of depressing.
I'm really tired.
My college applications are due Friday. I'm nowhere near done.
I need a new job. Apparently I need to work Black Friday. I'm going to Florida. They cannot be serious. Fuck them.
I love my boyfriend. A lot. And I miss him. A lot.
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It's my birthday. I am 18 years old. It's kind of depressing.
I'm really tired.
My college applications are due Friday. I'm nowhere near done.
I need a new job. Apparently I need to work Black Friday. I'm going to Florida. They cannot be serious. Fuck them.
I love my boyfriend. A lot. And I miss him. A lot.
Theend