fight it
written @ 8:36 p.m. on February 27, 2004

Of course, I can't go to the beach with Zack and his family. Had I honestly expected to be able to go? I guess I was pretty naiive to think that I'd be able to...well...look at me now. Crying, I look like a mess and all I want to do is sleep. I won't be able to, though, most definitely not.

I hate this. I hate feeling like this.

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