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Frustration.
I woke up, got up, put this cd on that consists of practically every Beatles song, went back to bed, got under my blankies, and relaxed.
I've come to the conclusion that it's about time for me to begin writing in a journal.When i was younger, i'd cry a lot because of things that would happen, and i didn't have anyone to talk to so i'd always turn to my journal, it always helped.So i think i'm gonna start one again.
I don't know what my plans are for today.
A little of something, a little of nothing. my sleep.
p.s.This entry may seem like an unhappy one, but it's not.=]. I'm happy.not that it matters much but i didn't mean for this to seem like a sob entry.=].