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you start to see the crack in everything.


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Monday, September 18, 2006
7:42 AM

my bill came. thanks to b-u-d-d-h-a. i accumulated a 3 mth subtotal of 246bucks. thanks.
i'll stop using my fone for the moment.

im not in the mood for that. im worried abt marketing. and still thninking abt accounting. its a profound meaning of agony.

its all a lie.
i dont want to complain all about it anymore. im so sick of it. I'M SO ABANDONED.I FEEL SO ABANDONED )_: am i so imcompetence to haagen daz.the ice cream the air conditioning or the sofa seats? red cushioned lining. candle lit table tops.perfect ambience.uh?
i'm so all jittery over marketing. and where is he. taking 3 days off a week to see me study and accompany me. just a word to cajoule me and put me off for a moment? i know it. just words without thoughts. just empty , meaningless promises.

NO.I DON NEED YOU. I DONT NEED YOU ANYMORE. IM ALRIGHT JUST BY MYSELF. I GONNA GET MYSELF A PERFECT PASS.
)_:

next wed is my paper.i need him i want him ard. everything is sending tinge and tinge of fear, anticipation and uncertainty down my spine. im so afraid of the sub paper that awaits me all along. i hope he walk me to scool. hug me before i go in. and wait me atth edoor when i finishes. at least i know im not alone. im oh-so put down by an F. i need encouragement. i need support. a rpt is more than enough.

but i don think he will. ice creams after all, are in higher demand.

and i dont understand so wrong with brushing a bug off my chest. its my clothes youare touching. mnot my body. and so what. im your girlfriend. what are you afraid of?

i feels so lousy.

im still sobbing hard for accounts. i feels so damn lousy.

in the eyes of the kids, i see unspoken pain.profound word of sorrow. and tears of hope.


;i am afraid