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i hate you, i love you. leave me alone. on 01-29-04 @ 8:49 p.m.

i try to help. i try to give advice. OBVIOUSLY i fucking care because whyyyyy would i be trying so hard to make him feel better, and WHY would i be trying to get him back with his ex? who the fuck does that?... i do i suppose. because i care about him too much to see him so unhappy. [p.s.]i hate his exgirlfriend, shes a bitch, and if i could kill her myself and get away with it, you better believe i fucking would. hes too special for her, and hes too fucking amazing to wait around for her also.

i scored my 1 goal of the season. [thats what i get for playing defense]

wednesday night, me, frank, gina and justin went to the high roller rail jam @ the hard rock and had a little bit of fun. watching a snowboard competition with anyone else, wouldnt have been as awesome. <333 love love love. [justin is wonderful]

playoffs start a week from saturday. wow, its here already? damn...

ive got nothing to say right about now, so im gonna peace the fuck out.

[im upset because of something i found out at the HOB tonight. im NOT not going.]

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