Thursday, January 10th, 2002 | 23:12
I'll be fine. Really.

I'll drink more water.

I'll eat spoonfuls of sugar.

I'll even eat real food-like things.

I just don't want any more fucking Jell-o.


I love you. Call me tonight if you want. Or tomorrow. Or something.

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