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:: Thursday, July 22, 2004 ::

Woke up shaking today.
Why?
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?

WHY must I have a dream about this?!

It's the scariest thing I've come up with in a LONG time.

Heh,
Just my fucking luck.

I mean, I pour my heart and soul out for this girl.
I've been doing so for 3 fucking years.
And then, all of a sudden, I find out she has a bf.
Just, you know, behind my back.
What Fucking burn.

I'm screwed...AGAIN.
OVER AND OVER AND OVER!

And this is the WORST time too.
I can't concentrate when I drive (i'm going to crash and die, just watch).
I can't concentrate when I need to read my books for my AP lit class.
AND I have all the pressure trying to find a fucking college and applying for it.
THEN I have to find some friggin' scholarships.

There's no fucking justice in the world.
There isn't. None.
Nice guys, ALWAYS finish last.
ALWAYS.
You all REMEMBER that.
Cuz I am one.
And it is my curse.

:: Kevin 4:45 PM [+] ::
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