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okay, wow, apparently i can't eat anymore, this is according to my body, not my weird ass head. and apparently i'm moving to LONG BEACH in one year. i think that entire sentence has been in the works every year for the last 8 years. it's 30 minutes from LA, and it's not as expensive, and sublime was from there and it's not here, and well, that's all i know about it. i applied to a million jobs, but stupid me, i put my mom's cell as my contact info, and the phones got turned off the other day, and my dad is MIA, and i put him as my previous employer. and my dreams seriously taunt me, and they make me miss people when i'm doing FINE without them and i just want to scream and throw fits and be in the same room as them. it's just not fair, things shouldn't end the way i don't want them to. but i'm sure they're pretty pleased with themselves for whatever lie they're living. whatever. now i ain't saying she a gold digga. i wish i could write complete thoughts. i have mental problems.