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SHIT
Stephanie is not coming back... I really don't know why I'm here toight (aside from Tess). Patrick is really not a fan of me. Anthony went down to florida with Fred to see Kelly. It was supposed to be Anthony and I originally, but he seemed to forget that I wanted to go too. I'm not a fan of Fred, so I didn't push it. Why the fuck am I here! People are going to be roleplaying tonight and I'm not playing. I'm tired and pissed. i'm tired of baltimore. I'm tired of seeing the same things, same street signs, same fire hydrants, same fucking smell that hangs in the air here. I'm tired of hearing the same damn fucking sounds, I'm fucking pissed. Shit is pushing me to the edge and my friends are disappearing. So what the fuck is the point of spending my weekends here, aside from hanging out with Tess? I can do that whenever I feel. Highlight of my day/week/life? Seeing Starsky and Hutch... I do like Ben Stiller (although I hate Owen Wilson and his fucking nose) and I love the 70s. I'm so annoyed at how pissed I am... which pisses me off even more! I don't want to be here. Stephanie is not fucking coming back! I'm tired of loosing people. I guess the Stephanie and Patrick are done and over. It's so depressing. I always looked up to their relationship. I've always wanted something like they had, and if they can't make it work, why the fuck should I even bother anymore. I miss Stephanie, I have not seen her in 6 days! FUCK! I'm going to shut up. I'm done, I'm going to try to sleep... like that's going to happen.
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