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Today was boring...a whole bunch of nothing. Alex came over, which was normal, but it gave me something to do. I'm being forced to keep this journal, but I guess it'll be good for me. I can't seem to stop thinking about him. It's really retarded, and I wish I could just delete the past two years out of my life. I would have never met him, I would have never touched him, and I wouldn't have to be going through the absence of him right now. I keep trying to call, but I know better. But I need to quit thinking about it...I'm going to bed. Goodnight.