| "This is not about you, it's about me, okay?"
This sums everything up.
Giving up the internet for Lent.
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| There's something wrong with me.
More than the usual.
I could put this into words if I wanted to, but I don't.
It's all I seem to care about anymore though.
My relationship with my mother is still volatile. I hope it's getting better.
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| My mom couldn't even get through the first day of the New Year without starting something with me. She makes everything worse, so this is going to be her fault.
Congratulations, you just became my New Year's Resolution. Prepare to have the WORST year ever.
When the fuck do I turn 18?
And more importantly what college is the farthest from California? BECAUSE I'M FUCKING DOWN.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
AND HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR.
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| That's all I have to say.
Have a good one. (:
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| I honestly think one of the most interesting things in the entire world is seeing how fast friendships fade. Within 3 weeks you can go from being best friends with someone to having forced and awkward conversation. That tells you your friendship wasn't as strong as you thought it was. If everything goes back to how it was, I'll be ecstatic. If we have to start over, that's fine, too.
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