Wednesday Jun 22, 2005

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I can't sell this fucking car.
I can't sell myself on paper OR in person.
I'm never going to get a job.
I'm never going to amount to anything.
I hate this.

I'll be curled in a ball crying all day if you need me. Which you probably won't.
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holliday:
Aw shit, girl, who hasn't been where you are?

And for the record: I need you...so fuck off!!!

I'll give you 72 hours of misery...but then you gotta come back! I can't do this without you!!!
nefaria:
whoa whoa whoa...first of all, bitchy libra? no such thing...second...ease up on the self loathing...save some for scott peterson...kidding...be nicer to my libra...don't make me break my foot off in yo ass...

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