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I didn't get Hannah today.
Mom called and kept me from leaving on time.
I was late, but I could see her get off the bus.
Then she moved out of the way of a car and stood near the construction site.
When the car was gone, she ran home in what looked like fear.
You're a horrid brother for not getting her.

I haven't eaten today.
I feel bad about it too.
Which makes me want to eat less...

Samantha was supposed to come over.
We made plans.
She didn't call.
I feel unloved.

We had the writing part of our English SOL today.
I'm pretty sure mine was crappy.
It took me a while to write the original.
Then I took my favourite parts out.
It wasn't good.
At all.

There's no school tomorrow.
I'm not doing anything or going anywhere.
Charlie said I had to hang out with him.
Every time he says that we end up not seeing each other.
He's really better off hating me.
It's better for my health.

Amanda's music is blasting.
I'm kind of sick of it.
It makes the walls shake and it gives me migraines.
She's annoying lately.
Can't she go back to Chicago?

Ne-Yo is randomly playing through my speakers.
He's singing about fighting.
And how he doesn't want to her to go to bed mad at him.
It's all about fighting...
Aren't we all always fighting?
With ourselves...
With others...
With the ones we love and that mean the most to us...
It makes is difficult to sleep.
Just like in this song...

I bit my hand...
I'm bleeding again.
This is getting tired.
I don't want to be this way anymore.

Mrs. McCluskey is a terrible person.
The test ended, and she made us write some more.
While everyone else was outside, we were learning.
Actually, that's what she probably thinks.
Most of us were staring through the window.
Clueless old hag.

She was too close today.
Always too close.
Why did she have to be in my class?
I'm glad she left.

I don't like your lies.
You should stop telling them.
I don't believe you anyway.

This song is way depressing.
Its funny how you love this song.
But I'm the one that listens to depressing music.
You only think its depressing because no one's rapping.
And the beat isn't club worthy.

I'm super tired.
And I feel like I'm dying.
I sure am coughing like it.
Maybe I have mono.
I hope you catch it.

Gross.
I just heard this song.
It gets worse every time I hear it.
So gross.

Ines won't reply to my e-mail.
I wonder if she even got it...
Who knows anymore.
I miss her...

This is absolutely no real point to this blog.
Isn't that sad?

I just realized something.
That entry two below this one?
Yeah.
Well.
It looks like the Easter Bunny threw up.

I just looked at your profile.
I love how little I matter to you.
I feel so special.
Being so unimportant to you.
I'm glad you've finally acknowledged your hate for me.
Thank you.
I can move on now. (:

You're gross.
No one wants to call you.
Actually, no one wants to talk to you.
Isn't that obvious with the way people treat you?
Or are you just that clueless.

"Yes I am a whore (:
I've fucked so many guys I can't even remember who! "
And don't even get me started on how much head I've given
just to get sum crack!"

^Wow.
Isn't that one of the most honest things
you've ever heard of her saying?

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Call for a good time ;)
Haha.

Mom just said the n-word.
She's a terrible person.
Not even with an "a", just "e-r".
I really hate her sometimes.