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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

There's no such thing as normal

1.) I stole pills from the parents I babysit for and sell them to buy weed. I'm sorry.
2.) I just want to feel alive and be happy, and I only do when I'm high.
3.) I think I might be falling in love with a man I'll never see or speak to face to face
4.) I am so fucked up emotionally, I'm starting to crack. The only thing holding me together is weed.
5.) I wish I could be normal, and not worry about half the stuff I do.

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