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Fuck
July 27, 2003, 9:21 p.m. Fuck. Why is it that, as soon as you think everything's going to be okay, your world just . . . collapses? I feel like I'm going to throw up . . . I feel so fucking stupid and terrible. I'm not crying, but I wish I could. I want to scream and throw something. I want to hit the Edit Undo button. I want to go back to my last save point. I want to curl up in a little ball and go catatonic. I feel so fucking diseased.
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