| So anyway...it's gonna be awhile before this one's over. I know it.
This one goes too deep. I feel like I'm just beginning to go down the
hill this time.
It's gonna get a lot worse.
Sorry I haven't been eating lunch with you, Kat and Timmy. I'm just being a selfish pig and sulking on the bridge.
Sorry.
In WW, I think I'm gonna write a song for Winter Writersland (or
whatever it's called). It'll be all ambient and stuff. I wonder if
she'll accept it...I had better write a crappy winter story just in
case.
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| That cunt...the one person I hate almost as much as I hate him.
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| Really depressed. I don't feel like doing anything except falling over
dead. I felt a little better in Writer's Workshop, but it didn't last
long.
H kept scoling me for no reason. Like...I was doing a techno thing at
Kelly, and she said it was inappropriate. Which part was, I don't know.
I just know that she's finally tired of my shit.
I kinda figured she'd be a little less like everyone else, but what do you expect from the cheerleading coach-person?
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| Yay. Another fight with Sharra. She hates me. Anybody have GOOD news?
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| Argh. The red is awesome. I forgot about that. Nothing to update about,
really. I'm hoping to record some music soon. I have this...thing. It's
not that I'm afraid to die--it's that I'm afraid I will be forgotten.
I'm
scared that I'll die (very soon, in fact, I feel like I'm going to die
any day now...) and people won't remember me after awhile, that no
one will care. I feel like if I write my music, my parents will keep it
hidden away, and someday, someone will play it. They'll say "my great
great uncle wrote this" or something. Cuz ya know...I'm great.
How to end this...Ah!
Life sucks. Sex sucks. Relationships suck.
Being a musician shouldn't be expensive. They should pay ME, quite frankly.
I'm going to DeVry if I live that long.
See ya folks.
P.S. Halley deserves better. You gals (and guys) had better step it up. Expecially you, Mr.WeightsDreamDate.
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