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Tuesday, Dec. 20, 2005
8:05 p.m.
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He's in love with this girl who is birthing lies so she won't have to face reality. She's, well, she's destroying everything so she won't have to own up to what she has done and how far she has taken this.

Me, I'm grieving over the fact that we don't have a christmas tree or lights up like always, I'm fucking depressed that I won't get to put up the tiny toy soldier ornament, the oldest memory I have, from back when we lived in canada. I'm crying myself to sleep over the fact that I'm going to be with extended family during the holidays like I always said I wanted.

Someone please explain what the fuck is wrong with me.

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