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Dear Diary,
Today stunk. As in today as in Sunday, not Monday. I hate almost everything. Stupid ____, who I've had a crush on forever, was just all... I don't even know. I actually told him!!! And he just said "yeah yeah" so I said "I'm serious." Then he said "no I meant yeah yeah i know". All mister I-have-156-IQ and whatever!
Oh man, boys are so rotten!!! He said other stuff too, but it's private, because I embarrassed myself in the conversation.
And then!! When I got home, my cat bit me!!!!! Plus I didn't feel good anyway, and Peter was being his usual cranky jerk self at work, and the track I constructed sounds muddy. I'm too mad, and too sad, and they're cancelling each other out and turning my little ball of hurty inside into a towering structure of loud self-parody with an aftertaste of bitter anti-nostalgia.
Forgive the multilayered self-referentialism.
I'm going to BED!!!!!!!
Love, Gina-who-feels-about-14.
Today stunk. As in today as in Sunday, not Monday. I hate almost everything. Stupid ____, who I've had a crush on forever, was just all... I don't even know. I actually told him!!! And he just said "yeah yeah" so I said "I'm serious." Then he said "no I meant yeah yeah i know". All mister I-have-156-IQ and whatever!
Oh man, boys are so rotten!!! He said other stuff too, but it's private, because I embarrassed myself in the conversation.
And then!! When I got home, my cat bit me!!!!! Plus I didn't feel good anyway, and Peter was being his usual cranky jerk self at work, and the track I constructed sounds muddy. I'm too mad, and too sad, and they're cancelling each other out and turning my little ball of hurty inside into a towering structure of loud self-parody with an aftertaste of bitter anti-nostalgia.
Forgive the multilayered self-referentialism.
I'm going to BED!!!!!!!
Love, Gina-who-feels-about-14.
