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I don't know anything anymore : 7:56 p.m. : September 08, 2003

I don't know what's going on with Raechel. We seem to have nothing in common anymore, ever since we had that big talk. I don;t laugh as much. We never talk in Advisory. I don't know what to do about her.

I don't know what to do about Kelsey. She's having problems with Chelsea, her best friend, and I don't know what to do. At all. I don't know.

I don't know where I want to take hip hop classes, or if I even do.

I don't seem to want to DO anything anymore, except go to movies and use the computer. Oh, and get a job.

I love when I am so tired at night that I fall asleep practically when my head hits the pillow. That way, I don't have time to think. Because at night, my mind is most vulnerable to self-deprecating thoughts, to terrifying glimpses of possible futures.

A great song just came on my launchcast player - Your Star, by All-American Rejects. I love playing music so loud that I can;t hear anything else. I also love it when you're at dances and they play the music so loud that you can feel the bass in your chest.

I used to want to do everything and see anything and everything. And now I am just....tired. Small. Cold.

I just don't know.

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