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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

... @ 5:43 PM

I am freaking the fuck out.
I don't even know anymore. This sucks ughhh my life is so terrible and sad, etc., etc. -___-

I came to the fucking library to get some fucking work done. Am I doing it? No. Fuck. I'm going to end up a hobo somewhere, and not even the cool, Hollywood kind of hobo. The shitty kind of hobo that leads a terrible, sad life. That's where I'm going to fucking end up. I won't even have the pleasure of dying early. No. I will suffer for the rest of my fucking life for being so fucking lazy. Fuck. Fuck.

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"Tuesday night, at the bible study, we lift our hands and pray over your body but nothing ever happens."

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Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.

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