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Feb 16, 2007 11:18

Dear Life,

You win. I can't take it anymore. I'm here in an internet cafe, a PUBLIC PLACE, trying to keep my tears back, and failing. You beat me. You were right, I shouldn't go to Greece. This was a bad idea. I'll go home asap. You broke me. You did it. Are you happy that you won? I hope you are, because I really was trying my hardest to fight back, but you just kept coming at me; kept knocking me down when I thought I was better. The most recent knock-down: Lizzy said she can't visit me during Spring Break. Life, do you know how much I was looking forward to that. Oh, right, you DID know. That's why you're fucking with it. I miss Lizzy so damned much. You keeping me from here is the final blow. The knockdown. I'm down and out; you win. I'm coming home as soon as possible, a broken and rejected man. gg,

-Stefan
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