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Mar 04, 2007 13:07

shit's messed up.

i don't have a best friend.
i've talked to will more in the past week than we did when we were dating.
we complain to each other; he tells me i haven't changed, and i tell him he's attracted to the crazies.

mom needs another operation--this'll be the 9th.
they'd be taking out all the hardware they've been putting in her spine, and she might need a halo. this'll be the 3rd.

i have to work at both stores over spring break, when all i want to do is leave.
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