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Well, today I've got a fever of 101. I woke up at like 3 last night and I was burning alive. So I took today off, which I really wasn't happy about for...three resons.
1) No Mal today, which is a bummer cause I said something last night that I think she misunderstood. I always overthink things and say them without actually taking time to step back and really think about what I'm saying. I'm sorry, Mal.
2) I missed a conference with the guidance counselor about getting some classes changed, so I can get to see my sweetheart for more than a few seconds a day.
3) I gotta stay after school for a final that I missed today.
All in all, its not good. Today looks like a day of coughing up shit and playing guitar.
I took a look back at Mal's journal to just kinda have a blast from the past. What I realized, though, was that she was very into David. Very into. And now we've been together for, oh...4 months or so, and she tells me she loves me and that I make her the happiest she's ever been, but she said the same things to him just five or six months ago. I really hope I make her happier than David could, because I see myself as a much happier guy, and David has a tendency to bring people down. I desperately want to believe and I do believe that she loves me, and that she hasn't felt this way about anyone else before. But things like those entries make me think for a half second.
There I go over analyzing again...
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Fuck my friends. Fuck my name. They are brief and false advertisements.
Well, back for another round of written abuse by you all. Don't ask me why. Maybe it's because I feel like things might go differently this time. Expect more media this time around. Also, expect...well, different things. I'm a different guy now. Sorry if its not up to par with what I was. I know you all loved that guy. But you see, know I care more about the quality of my friends rather than quanity. I'm not gonna try to be anyone I'm not.
Well, now that I've gone and made myself look like a fool. I'll just let you all go.
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