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Friday, June 30, 2006

My English essay marks have put me in a terribly foul mood, resulting in my usual, slit-my-wrists and hope-I-die garb. So if you have complaints, stuff it and go away, I'm not in the mood to be accommodating and I'm too damn tired to pretend I actually give a damn. Also the accumulated lack of sleep thanks to certain people who insist I stay on the phone and the breakout the hype and stress that the math test brought about is not helping this black mood of mine to the least. Yes, I'll bite your head off if you mess with me today. Well seeing that my eyelids are drooping, I think I'll head off to bed.


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