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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Spent the day at Wheelock Starbucks mugging my head off with Sammi dear.
I still can't believe im studying on the eve eve before school reopens. Was messaging studybuddy throughout and we were getting damn depressed. It's currently 1221am now and my parents are like shopping in chinatown I think they don't care about me anymore. I'm a very depressed soul I need to die and I hope I go to heaven. I need a new school bag I hope my mom loves me enough to sponsor me. Otherwise I really think I should go die. Okay,kidding. Life is sucking alot because I am in j2 this year and school is starting. I was planning to finish all the lit homework by tonight so I could start studying for MSA tmrw. Oh my freaking god wth is wrong with me. I need some social life, like go to the theatres to catch some chick flick or engage in retailtherapy/aimless shopping/peoplewatch and chill in town.


I am awfully upset.


To make myself happy,