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date: Friday, April 11, 2008
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time: 10:16 PM

I puked the day away. Nothings so surprising about it anymore.

I wake up in the morning; I look around for something interesting I could find. If nothing shows up, I try to grab breakfast, or at least something to keep my stomach from screaming. I step out, give my dog zoey some human lovin', check out how my sunflower is doing and watch Home boy. Yes people, thats my everyday routine this summer. Exciting, dont you think? I can die just thinking about it. If I don't find an interesting movie among the dvd stack here, I usually bum all day. Then I just wait for my precious moment to come. The only moment where all my problems seem to vanish. My moment of truth. My moment of hope. Its bliss people. You read it right. HANA KIMI. Its what keeps me alive this summer. This unusually hot hot f*cking summer.

If my sunflower grows in about two weeks, then Ill be more than fulfilled. Can you imagine how boredom controls people? It made me plant a freakin' sunflower. I have lots of other flower seeds here. The ones you've never even heard of. Want some?

Anyway, a few nights ago I was thinkin, I realized I never imagined how much hatred I could feel for some fuck*n b*tch. I hope she trips and cut her throat so Im never gonna hear her f*ckin ugly voice again. Along with her boyfriend. Ive never felt this cheap before you f*ckin b*tch.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD? WHERE THE HELL DID THE REAL WORLD GO?

I almost lost my temper with my younger brother just an hour ago. MARISIANS SUCK. Did i get the spelling correctly?

If you live in this shack in this ugly neighborhood with freaks and bastards just outside your gate along with your dysfunctional mom and brothers, whats gonna happen? Well, its not that bad. Im just exaggerating. *lol* but IT COULD GET WORSE.

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