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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010
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Thursday, October 29th, 2009
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still don't know what i'm being for halloween.
new york! nov 23 to dec 3. well more like dec 1st because justin and i are driving back to florida in my new car! i am so very excited.
maybe we'll never be in love like that again.
when did you become such a loser?
today will get better if i just breathe.
i don't know why i did that to myself.
i wish i had saved happier times.
i feel so alone sometimes.
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Saturday, August 15th, 2009
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robert asked me how to use the dishwasher today. we've been living here for almost seven months.
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Tuesday, August 11th, 2009
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how did we all end up here?
the people we stay in touch with.
my car is broken.
trixie is the worst behaved dog. ever.
i am so old. so old. i feel so old.
robert's birthday is soon. he'll be 25. so very old.
this is my longest relationship. this this this.
i'm very obviously in love with panera.
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Wednesday, January 21st, 2009
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i am moving in with robert feb 1st!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Friday, October 3rd, 2008
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i am going home for my birthday nov. 5th to the 11th. !!!!!!!!
so robert sort of break up with me last night.
but now we are going to try to work it out.
we are going to talk when he gets off work today.
i was (am?) sad.
why are boys...
i don't understand why love works like this.
life was better when i didn't date anyone more than a month.
maybe.
if he left- i was already planning on what i should hide.
serial.
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please for the love of god never let me go away on vacation with my family again.
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i hate my life in the worst way.
i don't know where i'm going to live next year.
i am homeless.
panera sent me away to sandestin which is basically the equivalent of hell.
he doesn't ? me and that just makes me want to hurt him.
today i almost killed everyone at cvs.
my mother wants me to die and never be able to do anything with my life. which fits in nicely with my suicide plans.
i don't even want to move back at this point. i just want to die.
red hair and bangs are so not me anymore.
as soon as i get money (never) that's going to change.
i was only gorgeous when i was dating you.
i still don't think i'm as sad as you.
i would like to be alone forever.
these pills make me never want to take my clothes off again.
that must fit in nicely with your plans.
angst.
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Monday, February 4th, 2008
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i suck at real things.
i hate doctors.
and i hate being poor.
and i hate doctors for making me poor.
and i hate not having a phone charger.
and i love trixie.
and i hate boys.
i don't even remember what i wrote about.
my life has amounted to nothing.
and i don't know who i am.
i don't know what to do with myself next year.
still don't know what love means
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Friday, January 4th, 2008
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robert and i are in that official type of relationship.
i am crazy.
oh new york new york.
i just got a new computer from my daddy! i love it and i really don't want to go to work tonight because of mainly this reason.
fucking closing with the infants.
i am wasting my life away and i feel oh so old.
it's fucking freezing here and i don't know why.
how could anyone love me?
alternative is apparently where it's at for me.
he's weird. weird weird. and keeping the secrets.
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Thursday, November 8th, 2007
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new york!
i've seen a million people already.
i'm getting my tattoo on sunday. !!!!!
tomorrow is my birthday and i'm going to be old and die.
boy boy boy.
denying me on my birthday.
i miss.
miss miss.
i am kristie.
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Thursday, October 18th, 2007
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i need to clean my room!
clean clean clean.
trixie shat on someones foot today. i wasn't there to witness it and i'm sad. but apparently it was on their foot. not around it. but on it. i should give her a treat or something.
virgo boy.
virgo.
virgo?
i am trying to see if you are okay.
i only feel guilty by the way people ask me.
this was never part of the plan.
but then again the plan was never supposed to be that long.
but i do miss our platonic interactions.
too much of what i want.
he is.
the oldest.
but "missing" is the kiss of death.
kristie how i miss her.
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Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007
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Wednesday, September 26th, 2007
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so that boy and i.
decided to stop hooking up.
not so mutually.
but better.
i still.
really.
especially.
the way you look.
and you have nothing to say?
always.
my ears are now a 4!
i just want to ask you.
but i think that's asking for a world of trouble.
maybe i just should.
maybe.
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Saturday, September 22nd, 2007
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"candace curcio is the kind of person who thought it was amusing to offer her hand but then ignore your reach."
this is what amanda wrote about me in english class.
loves it.
i still miss you.
my toes are bright red.
the house is a mess and i'm done.
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Tuesday, September 18th, 2007
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fuck work at 11am.
fuck fuck you.
things have been okay today.
so i freaked myself out.
should i have done that?
it would have happened anyway.
( Survey #246 )
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Sunday, September 16th, 2007
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so evan shoved shit through my ear.
it's sexy and i was a baby but i love it.
i'm sleepy.
and i want to call people but i hate people.
and i have work at 9 in the morning and i am not a fan.
people suck at picking up their phone.
i don't think i'm doing healthy things for my emotions.
i'll figure everything out.
i will.
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Saturday, September 15th, 2007
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so when i saw you the other day.
and you touched me.
i couldn't even look at you.
soo boys with girlfriends who now sort of want to date me.
lame.
my life here is lame.
soo ex boyfriends who now sort of want to date me.
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i'm sick and it fucking sucks.
i got the weirdest phone call today.
i wonder who it was.
yay checks clearing and yay buying plane tickets soon.
i followed suit and laid out on my back, imagine that.
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Thursday, September 13th, 2007
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i cut my hair.
but only my bangs.
i want to grow out my hair.
4 realz.
i like black lately.
i want plane tickets.
three things can happen.
i hope.
it's nice.
and good.
bang.
trixie is really insistent on sleeping on my lap.
my teeth are really crooked.
i am stretching my ears.
five...
seems like a bad number.
and i am starting to doubt it.
and think it's a bad idea.
especially with boys who have girlfriends.
but i think i'm going to do it anyway cause it's how i roll.
like a ho.
tomorrow?
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frustrated.
nostalgic.