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Oct. 6th, 2003 01:26 amToday was my Aunt Kay's birthday.
I'm reading things I shouldn't be and they're making me depressed, though they should probably be making me happy.
I'm taking out my frustrations on other people who don't deserve it.
I don't want to read The Faerie Queen. Spenser has been dead for hundreds of years. What do I care?
I'm tired of crying and pretending not to.
I'm a big fat mess.
I miss my boy.
I'm reading things I shouldn't be and they're making me depressed, though they should probably be making me happy.
I'm taking out my frustrations on other people who don't deserve it.
I don't want to read The Faerie Queen. Spenser has been dead for hundreds of years. What do I care?
I'm tired of crying and pretending not to.
I'm a big fat mess.
I miss my boy.
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Date: 2003-10-08 01:39 am (UTC)Everyone loves her.
She is smart and funny and nicer than everyone else.
Her hair is red.
It's pretty; so is she.
Heather is selfless and kind.
People don't know what they'd do without her.
She likes music and movies and books.
Her opinions matter and people respect them.
People respect her, too.
Heather is wonderful.
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Date: 2003-10-08 01:41 pm (UTC)