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Monday, November 15, 2010

eighty.

I can't begin to write down any of my feelings.
I did something relatively ridiculous..
..I'm suspended from school, now.
They threatened expulsion. But I decided to be honest and fess up to the graffiti.
Oh well.
It's probably for the best if I don't go.
Can't stop thinking about stupid things.
I lost my journal. Well, actually, I haven't made an actual attempt to look for it.
BUHHHHGG3e54t