aug19/00-saturday. i called in sick. sore throat mom, i swear. can't talk on the phone all day.
polo park. food court. 3 pages left. falling and rushing feeling again. really want to get away lately. i'm sad.
chop off my hair? tempting. it's orange as of wednesday night.
ash on my fingertips. maybe we'll wake up one day and we won't have to feel guilty. maybe we'll wake up one day and we won't have to feel loss. maybe we'll wake up one day. where has reality gone. sometimes i wish i did drugs, at least then i'd have an excuse.

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