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Sunday, January 28, 2007 @ 4:23 PM

GAWD LAR.
WHY THE HELL CANT THEY DEPEND ON MY BROTHER WHEN THEY KNOW I'M SO FUCKING FORGETFUL, AND THEY KEEP REPEATING IT EVERY TIME?! WHY CANT THEY TELL HIM AND NOT ME, IF THEY WANT SOMETHING TO BE DONE CORRECTLY!?
WHY ME?
AND WHEN I APOLOGIZE, SHE ASKS ME TO GO TO HELL.

WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO? HUH?

SOMETIMES I JUST REALLY WANNA GRAB A KNIFE OR JUMP OFF A BRIDGE OR SOMETHING, THEN EVERYTHING WILL BE SOLVED AND THEY NEED NOT SCOLD ME NO MORE. GOD.

WHY DO THESE FUCKING THINGS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?

WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO? SHEESH!