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[25 Jun 2008|08:30pm] |
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I have split ends.
My nails are breaking.
I have bags underneath my eyes.
I'm gaining weight.
I'm fat.
This place is killing me. I want to go home, I can't take it anymore.
Dan has to have forgiven me by now. He loved me. He told me I was beautiful. He can't stay mad at me. He knows I only did what I did because I wanted him for myself. But can you blame me? He was my boyfriend. He was mine, and I was his.
Maybe I'll write him. Or maybe I'll call. He'll want to talk to me. I know he will. Maybe he just doesn't know the number. That has to be it.
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[29 May 2008|05:50pm] |
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I've said it so many times before, but I'll say it again.
I want to go home.
My hair looks horrible. And the nurses watch me do everything. I can't file my nails, or shave my legs without having someone hover over me, making sure I don't do anything wrong. I just want some privacy, damn it!
It's not much fun in here, either. Well, it is sometimes, but that's because me and Si make it fun. Everyone else is so boring. If Si wasn't here, I don't know what I'd do.
And...Dan hasn't written to me. He's probably with Lacey. The doctors probably fixed her ugly face and made her prettier than me, and now he's probably her boyfriend.
God, I hate her! She ruins everything.
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