| Saturday, May 27th, 2006 |
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I go through the same fucking thing every time I'm home from school. What the fuck is the point in saying they're my friends when they never even ask me to hang out? The people they bitch about every day are the same people they consistantly choose to do things with over me. Why? Because they have a car? Fuck that. Fuck all of it. |
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