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i don't even want to talk about my day.
he told hannah that yes he did break up w/ me.
he told tasha that he was just kidding.
he told brittney that it was an accident.
assholejerkmotherfuckerbastartddumbass
i hate him. soooooooooo fxcking much.
then he told tasha that we made up. ha.
i guess he thinks making up is us passing in the hall and having him say 'katelyn'
and then i roll my eyes and say 'what?'
and he tells me he loves me.
that = making up?
i don't think so.
oh. how i hate him.
but i love how like 573904 people smacked/punched/hit him today.
that's all.
goodbye.
-katelyn-
Listen @ Monday, September 26, 2005