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[Saturday
October 27th, 2007
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God I'm a fucking moron. A god damn fucking idiot of a moron. But looking back on my journal, I don't know if I should feel so bad for what I did. Because, hell, I was disrespected and mistreated too. Fuck fuck fuck. That word means so much.
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[Friday
December 22nd, 2006
6:41pm] |
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ive packed my bags, for the most part. just about everyone has left the dorms as of now, i havent seen a soul in southwest hall. im waiting for ryan to pick me up, then we're going out to eat at fiesta cancun. he says all their plates are huge, so im scared i wont be able to finish my food and he'll think he wasted his money.
god, im gonna miss him so much. i guess tonite is our little christmas. im so worried about being away from him. we're together all the time, except when we're in class or he's at work. i guess the break will be healthy though.
i just hope everything is okay, and he doesnt have one of his spells of worrying himself to death.
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