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Jun 10, 2009 22:46

I made lots of money tonight, but I don't get to spend any of it.

I don't think there's been a day in the last month where I haven't been stressed out and anxious and depressed and frustrated. the apartment doesn't seem real anymore. but like... because I haven't visited in a week. fuckingFUCKFUCKFUCK. I don't know.

I need a cigarette.

a month ago, every time I came home from work on a school night, I'd sit outside and have a cigarette and call Aidan and we'd talk about things.

oh. well.
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