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Why do I have such trouble telling people the stuff that bothers me? I never say it, and then it festers until I want to scream. And still, I can't say it. Ask me now what's bothering me, and I wouldn't tell you. whyohwhyohwhyohwhyohwhyohwhyonwhy???

I've added another paragraph to this entry several times and erased it. I give up.

My Jason knows.

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Summer rain.

It's pouring outside. I can hear the rain beating against my window, on the roof. Streaks of lightning peak through the slats of my blinds.