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maybe in a few weeks I will stop writing in this. The only reason I started was because when I wrote about all the shitty things I felt better. That doesn't happen. In fact, they just seem shittier. And I just don't care anymore. So maybe I'll stop writing.
ehm .. hrm. not much has happened. I haven't gone anywhere, or done anything, and I'm through trying to find people to hang out with. I only wanna see two people, and the rest can rot for all I care. if anyone else actually knew me like you guys do they wouldn't be my friend, and I don't even think that this would be such a bad thing.
I don't even know why half the people at our lunch table sit there. It was all fine and dandy before they came along, and they seem to be the primary ones who whine about there not being enough room. She should go sit back with her socialite friends and not whine in front of me.
I so hate this computer.
ehm .. hrm. not much has happened. I haven't gone anywhere, or done anything, and I'm through trying to find people to hang out with. I only wanna see two people, and the rest can rot for all I care. if anyone else actually knew me like you guys do they wouldn't be my friend, and I don't even think that this would be such a bad thing.
I don't even know why half the people at our lunch table sit there. It was all fine and dandy before they came along, and they seem to be the primary ones who whine about there not being enough room. She should go sit back with her socialite friends and not whine in front of me.
I so hate this computer.