Monday, October 8th, 2001 | 3:30
Bite your lip and smile.

1:30 am

My mother suggests that since no one is using the computer now, I should do some homework. I am going to bed because it is 1:30. Why the hell do I have to ALWAYS tailor my school schedule around Sophia's study habits?


I inhaled so much windex vapour today, I'm surprised I'm not see-through.


Yes, I am fucking bitter.
The world owes me.

If you stare at something long enough, you will be able to see right through it.


...all y'all, air tight?

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