January 2012
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2011
I spent the first half of this year completely wrapped up in a boy I didn’t even like.
I spent the second half looking for someone else to not really like.
I honestly wish I could stand the taste of alcohol. I would get completely drunk and hopefully pass out. I long for numbness. Every second cuts me.
December 2011
Boys suck and I hope they all die.
Happy holidays.
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