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I don't know what's going on...I'm real disillusioned by EVERYTHING. Nothing really matters. If my mom or dad or Sierra or Paige or whoever else I know got shot in the head I feel like I wouldn't care. I guess I'm that bored right now. It's July. Even if I got shot in the head I wouldn't care either...I'd DIE. Maybe I'll live again, but maybe I won't. Maybe, with all the narcotics and sex, I'd BURN BURN BURN IN ETERNAL HELL FIRE. I don't care.
But, this isn't really a unique thing for me. So I'll just smack the pimp off the loaf, adapt, and move on...
Brande approached me last night, asked for my phone #.
I have a date with Sierra Saturday night.
Saw Josh and Shannon fucking the other day, I think.