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Thursday, August 14, 2008 @ 1:38 PM
i swear i'd rather be dead.
this feeling of anger is coming back.
nothing's helping.
the pictures were just a catalyst.
i'm back to sqaure one.
he's not talking, i'm not cooperating.

i wish i was your favourite girl.