Monday, December 02, 2002

Ugh. It's festering. And I read something about it in a book, which my mom left on my bed, the sleeve of the book marking the page.

I really either feel like whining, crying, screaming, or playing guitar. Or going to bed. Or all of the above.

I like spending time with people who make me happy, and who never make me want to cry, scream, or whine.

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