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[Jun. 6th, 2008|12:13 am] |
Stopped freaking out and started trying to figure out what was going on. It took me a couple of days to get acquainted with all of this new stuff around me, but, I managed to find the website.
Yeah, it answered most of my questions.
This ain't the weirdest thing to happen to me.
Believe it or not. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2008|12:16 am] |
I don't matter all that much, but for fuck's sake I'm so fucking tired of this fucking world and the shit it does to my kid. I can't go in there and get her hopes crushed again. It's not like I can avoid it though.
I hate when she looks at me like that. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2008|02:22 pm] |
Eve, Mary, you ladies busy on Tuesday? |
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[Jun. 6th, 2008|07:57 pm] |
I need a job. At least for the summer, if not something to keep when school starts back up. If this year hadn't been so tough I would have already gotten a job. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2008|09:30 pm] |
Pietro, is this shirt yours or mine? |
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[Jun. 6th, 2008|09:31 pm] |
So, this is weird.
At least that tornado didn't trash my bike. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2008|09:49 pm] |
My house is completely trashed and Bree has locked herself in her room.
I shouldn't have left her alone. I'm such a bad father. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be responsible for a child. I'm not supposed to be a father. |
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