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don't fucking talk to me.
i'm pissed.
don't call me.
don't ask me why.
i'm about to fuckin' kill someone.
fuck.
htgiohnonhoejiirangknioghe/.
god damnit.
i hate it when i feel like this.
and i had such a good day too.
damndamndamnassbitchcuntmotherfucker.
fuck.
i always have to ruin it.
for EVERYONE.
fuck.
kay so i'm gonna edit this 'cause i feel a LITTLE better now.
so yesterday.
came into school around 11:50. before that i was at starbucks with my mom drinking a frappechiuno. [yeah i can't spell shut up]
chem regents. not as bad as i thought it was gonna be. but i still thought it was hard.
brandon brad and i walked over to brad's house and we hung out there for a while. hahaha good times at brad's. :] we watched son of the mask lmao. his little nephew jesse is sooo freakin' cute and 'his' dog doris is freakin' adorible. even though se hates me lol.
brandon and i walked back to starbucks and my dad picked us up. brought brandon home and such.
then things got bad. i'm not getting into it.
kay.
better.
later,
katelyn.
Listen @ Wednesday, June 21, 2006