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Saturday, May 9, 20091:47 PM


I do feel better when it is around me, though it do cost alot. I'm stupidly willing to just take out money for it. So much for distroying the craving.

I have no idea what is wrong with me. I've been staring at my phone for the past hour. I'm not sure why, whether I'm waiting for someone to text me up or to call me telling me 'they' misses me. W a i t i n g . . . . .

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