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It's Friday I'm in love.
I'm letting this journal go to the wayside and I can't. I give up everything once it gets too grueling or hard, but I need to stop that, starting with this. Man, liking people is too much work and I'm through with it. Trying to play all of those grab-ass games you have to play is just annoying from the beginning. So I'm through.
Alicia and I went to the mall tonight. God, I hate the mall. Especially on Friday nights, it's horrible on a weeknight but on a Friday night it's horribleness intensifies by ten. There were so many fat people in there I was afraid I might suffocate. And then all of these "Goths" and "punks". Don't even get me started on them. I swear, fat ugly people only dress that way so they think it will drawl attention away from their fat ugliness, but it doesn't work. TAKE OFF THE FUCKING BLACK LIPSTICK AND DYE YOUR HAIR A NORMAL SHADE, ASSHOLES. They are all just so fake and I want to kick the back of their legs. I love doing that. So Alicia and I both got our Christmas Dance dresses. Mine is just a simple black halter and her's is black and strapless but lucky us, we accessorized! Woot! I also saw Sara and her Nick Nick there so woot to that too. I missed her, I haven't seen her since like September. Haha, Alicia and I were sitting in this shoe store on one of the benches, just staring all around the room and not talking and these three girls walk in and Alicia looks at them and they start saying "HAHA! LOOK AT THAT LOSER! SHE'S TRYING TO EAVESDROP! LOOK AT HER TRYING TO EAVESDROP!" I wanted to throw my shoes at them and then haul ass and run. People like that piss me off. It's like they're so starved for attention that they are flattered when they think someone is eavesdropping on them. It's too bad they're not getting attention from anyone who may matter. Wow, and then we sat in the food court and just watched people for like half an hour. It's crazy how...weird people can look to you, but when I say someone looks weird, it makes me wonder if people say the same things about me. It's strange, because I know they do, but I just wonder what they say. I think that if we were able to read people's minds, life would be ten times easier. So anyway, I refuse to let this journal just fade away and to forget about it. If I do start forgetting about it make sure you slap me as hard as you can.
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