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Cannot breather
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So, now I cannot breathe, AND my head is going to explode. Jealous? I have to study for my final and concentrate, which should be interesting when I cannot even read the back of the PopTarts box without having a headache. Hmm, well I have to do it, so I guess I'll suck it up. Had a strange dream last night that the said "boy" from quite a few entries past tried to make up with me in a fucked up, not-really-sorry sort of way (that's the best way I can explain it). The good thing is that even in the dream, I was like "No way, buddy". Which is good. I have no fantasies whatsoever of ever having him in my life, after the myriad of lies he has told me. Ugh, I hate drama. Any boys out there who just want to rent movies and get a bottle of wine for about 40 years??
anterior - despues
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04-07-02 - 7:40 a.m.
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