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Tuesday, April 18, 2006
10:51 PM

sh!t.
sh!t.
nth is goin well 4 me at all.. from family to relationship. none.damn.
wat haf i done wrong to get all dis!
damn.
every 3 steps i walked,i took 2 steps bck.
i dun wan to live in dose memories.
i nd of get out.
will u let me.
n
i need peace.
i need them to jus kp quiet n go slp nw.
noisy.
damn~