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I am Unoriginal
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So I decided to start a daily diary of complete shit.
Today's Date: 3/24/99
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Today I got a bitchy letter from my best friend's girlfriend telling me that I wasn't ever allowed to hang out with him or talk to him again. Is that focacta or what? I don't know who to talk to about it, so of course, I'm posting it up on the web.
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Love
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There ain't no love. I've got a psycho guy stalking me, as usual. This guy is probably a serial killer. I'm also basically obsessed with someone I can never have. Fun!
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Mi Vida Loca
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Life sucks. What can I say? I'm sick of having only enough time after I come home from work to get on the 'net for a couple of hours, eat some shitty, fattening food, and go to sleep. Life truly has no meaning for me. People are assholes and I'm close to almost no one. I'll stop complaining now. By the way, most of this shit is filler and isn't supposed to mean anything. Fuck off.
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