4.27.2003
 
STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING. STOP ME I'M EATING.

... i hate my tendency to go completely off the deep end just when everything is looking up...

damn it all.

i have a perverse feeling that all my friends are ready to fall apart at the seams. the only thing keeping them together is a patch-job with electric tape, making sure no one else knows about their problems/bad habits, or they refuse to acknowledge anything due to sheer egotism.

i hate the fates.

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