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date: Tuesday, June 23, 2009
title: The day I shot Cupid... and You.
time: 9:17 AM

Words cant really express how I'm feeling right now. Everything that's been happening is such a haze. Its like, me wanting to punch somebody in the face, and the problem is, i can if I want to. I know the person whom I want to punch in the face, but its just that I cant. PUCHA. I hate you and I AM GOING TO HATE YOU ALL MY LIFE.