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living in your letters
it's early.
i woke up last night, i don't even know what time it was, i thought i was going to die.
i felt like i was going to throw up for hours, but i didn't. nothing at all.
i almost passed out while i was walking back to my bed.
i was just lying there, facing the completely opposite side, trying not to let myself pass out because i knew i wouldn't wake up in time for school.
i finally got out of my dizzy spell, situated myself, and tried to go back to sleep.
i'm feeling a little better this morning, but still not so well.
bleh.
OH. i didn't write about this. i thought i did, but i guess it didn't save.
fucker.
i can recall a conversation stephanie and i had. it was about jr. prom and whatnot. she pissed me off.
s: so andy was there?
l: yeah.
s: what do you think of him?
l: i think he's quite gorgeous.
s: so you like him?
l: i didn't say that.
s: but you do.
l: i don't think so. i don't want to.
s: sure.
SO, stephanie told nick, and i guess nick told andy.
what the fuck.
i never said i liked him.
i think he's a cool kid and all, but i don't like to like people.
if i did, i most definately would like him becuase, of the times i've actually been around him, he's deck as fuck.
i always get fucked over in the end.
i don't like when that happens.
i don't know.
that just really made me mad, i mean, she's supposed to be my "best friend", and she goes and does something stupid like that.
even if i did say that i liked him, why the hell would she go and tell other people?
whatever.
i'm not in a good mood.
oh, and fuck aim.
love me. love you.
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