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Saturday, May 15, 2010
"sex-a-phone "

sister's listening to the song that you used to make me listen to if i'm crying. you used to say it calms your frazzled nerves down. sister doesn't know that's that what it does to us. though as i'm listening to it right now, i feel like crying. hah. the irony.




these past 4 days have been very eventful indeed.
events that i do and don't want to remember.


sometimes i wonder why i give the slightest damn about other people's feelings when they don't give a shit about mine. it's like whatever i want to say is always trapped in my mouth. throat, rather. the words never make it past the throat.

it's time i change.




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made a sausage omelette this morning and i can't even eat half of it. no appetite.


sometimes i cry and i can't tell anybody why.
it's stupid, trust me. this feeling is stupid.
work in 2 hours. i should get ready now.
toodles.


i thought and wondered at 11:57 AM