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chris was sick all night, alternating between shaking, breathing loudly, crying, and telling me hes gonna die. he then made me cut off all his hair, that i liked so much, and then told me it looked bad the way i did it. i hate the way it looks, and im mad at him for it. i cant believe guys are so dramatic. must go drink now, to stop being mad.mother still in europe, touring on my money. i am still dirt poor and filled with more hate than i know what to do with.