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Apr 11, 2005 23:25

We're on the rocks again.  I feel awful.  He feels awful.  But it's better to feel awful together than to feel awful alone.  I need a good cry.  My notebook doesn't even help.  You'll find me in the dark, staring at nothing.  I don't even have the heart to write any more here.
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