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| Sunday, July 6 2003 | ||||||||||||||||
| I need to stop playing the woe-is-me my life has to be/is worse is yours is game. I'll turn into Gacia and all my "best-friends" will start to hate me. We don't need that happening now do we. | ||||||||||||||||
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| There's something wrong when you don't want to enter your home, but want sit and cry on your doorstep because you would rather be three hours away being forced to listen to rap music with your oldest best friend whom your starting to question " why am I friends with her?" and the answer is because she's all you have left. and the reason for that is on the other side of the door. | ||||||||||||||||
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