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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

kay so...
Today during school I saw her and she looked outright miserable.
Until she saw her friend.
I think I'm 100% replaceable.
So tired. I have no energy to do shit in school.
especially art. Fuckkk art.

Afterschool I went to that elementary school to volunteer and look after the kids.
Got home at 7. Slept till 11.
I've never been like this. everyday.

but at least she seems happy. I'm glad.
I wonder what its like being happy hating someone.
Since I'm happy being hated.

me/

WISHLIST

HIS AUDIENCE.

THE JUDGES .

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