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today was pretty bad. the only good parts were seeing brandon and hanging w/ tina.
ughhh.
i hate this feeling. the feeling of depression. :[
worst feeling in the world.
i miss brandon. and when ever i can hang out he can't. and when ever he can i can't.
and even when he can't hang out i still feel like it's my fault. :[
i hate thisss sooo muchhhh.
like tomorrow. he can't go to zack's. and i can. he has to go camping. but for some stupid reason i feel like it's my fault. and it sucks.
i hate thisssss.
ehh we were just talking and stuff.
weren't saying much, though.
i guess this is just a bad time for relationships or something.
ugh.
i dunno.
i'm gonna go.
bye.
Listen @ Thursday, July 20, 2006