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2004-03-01 - 7:38 p.m. ooh, i want to write the most passive-aggressive entry ever to someone i don't think even reads this. but i will contain myself. i guess i could tell you today about how i got on the wrong bus & had to take a cab back to school. i could tell you how the cab ride actually made me sick, how i got to school ten minutes before class and threw up. i could tell you how my teacher wouldn't accept my homework or give me credit for the day because i was five minutes late, even when i explained to him that i was throwing up. on another, completely different note, i'm tired of how everyone i know obsesses over drinking and or drugs. i'm tired of parties in philadelphia dominated by drunk people smashing things. if i wanted to see drunk people smashing things and screaming, i could simply revisit my fucking childhood. you know? i hate it so much, but i really don't have anywhere else to go. i'm in bad shape right now. this paragraph might be construed as passive-aggressive, but it's not meant that way, it's just the freaking truth. there's a cut on my hand, i forget where it came from. it looks like exactly half of a tiny dragonfly.
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