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I hate people who don't know how to get a number right. I mean, I know I've called the wrong house, before.. But, they call every hour! It just pisses me off... I cannot understand a word they are saying. I'm like "wha?" And now, I just say "You've got the wrong number," before they even say anything, because I know the number. (Caller ID is good..) Eh, anyway.. There are times when I want to be held.. And everyone that knows me knows by who.. (Or is it whom?) But that person doesn't notice me. -That- way, mind you. We are friends. How good of friends, I dunno. I'm calling him now. He answered, and a few minutes later.. Had to go. Seems like that's my life. Always having to go... Leaving me alone. You know, I wish I was.. Back in Olive Branch.. Because then I would've never known anyone here, besides my family, of course.. But, then again, I don't. All this has made me stronger.. In a way. But also, weaker. But stronger for the most part. Marion is my hell. Anyway.. I am getting tan. (Yay.) I need to tan, now, and take a shower.. When I am done updating, I think I might do that. Eh.. "The key, into my realm, has been stolen." I think that's why I'm so... Moody. Times I will be hyper as fuck, then two seconds later... Bam. I'm depressed. That..thing playing with my "key" is making me do that. I just know it.. And I leave you with.. "The more you suffer means the more you really care."
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