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I think it is kind of impossible for me to be honest with my friends anymore...at least most of them...about certain things anyway. In regards to a couple of them, someone has planted a seed of doubt in my mind. But is this someone honest with me themselves? I hate that I have to doubt the intentions and honesty of some of the people closest to me. At least I know I have people, like Kat (i<3u.) and Lauren, for example, who I can always trust. On the very rare occasion they do something I consider assholic, they will at least tell me the truth. Gawd.
Wow...I just found out my friends broke up. Would have been 18 months on the twenty...sixth or eighth...I don't remember exactly.
I have to finish this one last FSU essay tonight.
My car window is stuck in the down position, so I am pretty much stranded for a couple days until I can get it in and fixed...I wonder if the parentals will pay the obscene amount of money to replace the motor? If they try and make me fork over more than $100 or so (which is still a lot for someone whose income now exists of good grades/holiday money and meager meager meager personal savings...and the occasional dole-out from mummy), they will just have to pry it up. The Dragoness goes uber-ghetto.
I am worried about one half of my support system (you know who you are). Time to try and be unselfish. I am here for you my love.
Wow...I just found out my friends broke up. Would have been 18 months on the twenty...sixth or eighth...I don't remember exactly.
I have to finish this one last FSU essay tonight.
My car window is stuck in the down position, so I am pretty much stranded for a couple days until I can get it in and fixed...I wonder if the parentals will pay the obscene amount of money to replace the motor? If they try and make me fork over more than $100 or so (which is still a lot for someone whose income now exists of good grades/holiday money and meager meager meager personal savings...and the occasional dole-out from mummy), they will just have to pry it up. The Dragoness goes uber-ghetto.
I am worried about one half of my support system (you know who you are). Time to try and be unselfish. I am here for you my love.