Tuesday, May 18th, 2004 | 23:19
Uncertainty, on priciple.

My mom and I were talking today. As heart to heart as we ever get. I told her I'm stressed and occasionally have a cigarette or two. I left her house with 20$ for cigarettes and 5mg of lorazepam.
Honestly though, I kinda asked for the drugs.

She also asked if I wanted to see her psychiatrist. I told her, "No thanks. He doesn't seem to be working any miracles."
She laughed a little.
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Not feeling too great. Katie hasn't received my message.
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I spent the day with red spots on my shirt from an unknown marker.
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COBE

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