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i'm crying.
what a horrible day it was.
my mom thinks i have to go to my doctor and tell her about my anger issues.
and what's she gonna do about it?
idk.
whatever.
i'm in such a bad mood.
i don't want to to go school tomorrow.
or ever again for that matter.
i'm actually crying.
wow. i'm surprised. i haven't done that in a while.
idk.
i'm in a bad mood.
i hope brandon can call me tonight. hopefully he doesn't get in trouble for his report card.
ugh.
later,
katelyn.
Listen @ Wednesday, February 07, 2007