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everyone says i need to play nice. I kind of ruined that last night. Once I got that letter, I fell into that ugly shlum, that ugly gross feeling of depression, but it was different this time. I was on the phone with jeremy for 2 hours and 35 minutes writing her a letter back. it wasn't nice, and it wasn't mean, It was the Truth. Things are getting rediculous, and I am not willing to let it get to me as bad this was getting to me months ago. I want to live my life, and I will.