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| 10:35am 07/06/2003 | |||
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It's great how stupid this whole thing is. Last night was friday, and as usual, I ended up going home holding back tears of anger. Life just sucks right now, and there's nothing I can do about it. There are tons of baby birds outside, and they wake me up every morning. I guess that's the only good thing going on right now. |
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| 01:37pm 07/06/2003 | ||||
To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of shit Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stain of time The feeling disappears You are someone else I am still right here What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way |
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| 02:28pm 07/06/2003 | |||
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"YOU'RE A FUCKING FAILURE! YOU'RE GONNA FAIL. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU AT ALL. I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. YOU'RE A FAILURE." Yeah, well, I'm sorry I let you down. |
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| 06:05pm 07/06/2003 | |||
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I don't know what happened. I guess that when you're in shock, you are completely aware of something that you forget completely later. Well, after Cass left, pissed off, John came in and started to yell at me about my paper. He called me a failure, and he how he didn't give a shit about what I had to say. He slammed my door. I was curious, so I followed him into his room. He was a screaming banshee, hair on fire, voice like rusty metal, and he screamed at me to get out, get out. And I wouldn't. So he picked me up, threw me on the floor, and literally kicked me out- with his foot. At 2:00, I packed my bags and left, him watching me the entire time with a grin on his face. Dumping my bags in the little niche of the construction site, I headed down to Ventura Blvd. with my messenger bag slung over my shoulder. After reading Love Hina 11 and giving Cass's number to Travis's mother for revenge, I headed to the Goodwill. By now it's 5:45. Cass pulled into the parking lot, yelling at me. I told her I'm not getting in until she promises not to do anything. She did, and I put on the false waterworks to soften the blow. So I got in, and she pulled out all her old yelling tactics. I got bored, so I got out of the car, actually jumped. I didn't break anything, but it was pretty funny looking at everyone's expressions. Walking to my temporary home, the construction site, I got a call from Cass, telling me to come home. I refused. When I was finally resting, perched on a 15 ft. wall of the almost-house, Cass drove by yelling out my name like I was some sort of dog. So of course, I replied. Besides, John was there too, and this housekeeper at the house across the street was staring at me like I was some fool about to leap out of the 52nd floor of the Empire State Building. Somehow, I got back home, and here I am. Everyone hates each other right now, and the scary thing is that I really couldn't care less. Am I that much of a monster? |
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