| Tuesday, August 23, 2005 Hi. Prelims are ending. Thats one battle won. I guess. My heads spinning,I feel sick. I feel like I've got a hangover. Hotdamn. I'm doing fine,don't fret. So anyways. Dear Des, if you think we are fine, we aren't. I'm just making a fuss about things. Im taking them as they come. - I feel so isolated and detached. And you don't even see it. Yup,so much for being able to read me. All of a sudden,I don't miss our late night talks. Just seeing how I've been replaced drives me nuts. Crazy,banana's. - Can I add,I feel real fucking sick. Like I'm gonna puke all over right now. - Also,Glenna,Im annoyed at what you did. You and your Dc shit. It's driving me mad. Sorry I can't say it to you straight. Wynne didnt even say anything. But oh mother fucking. OK,but it's already been done. So fuck it baby. - Nostalgia. Sudden songs are making me reminise. Fuck. Can't they just leave me alone? Fuck it. I'll be fine. What's another night all alone without you by my side,right? I'll get used to it,I promise.
love & rockets.
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