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Wednesday, March 28, 2007 ; 4:48 AM
blah blah blah
no, i'm not dead yet.
i've just been really bogged down
by realationships, stress and problems that evryone seems to be having.
like people.

hah.
seriously.
people relations are such a headache.
knowing people for contacts.
talking to people cause
they are of good use.

and you know la
people.
c r a z y ones.


people get angry.
people get mad.
people get crazy.
people get sad.

that's why i like me.

i like my space.

enough nonsense.
sung come home.
jacinta, come home.
and don't go back,
wait 4 december.
&&&;