Sunday, December 10
whatever,
whatever,
whatever.
i love you.
it shouldn't matter.
22 months.
why do we still get so angry at each other so easily?
why, why, why.
i just want to slap you for it.
fuck.
anyway,
got to get myself a new job tomorrow.
or shall i say in 8 hours time.
RARGH.
i'm getting mouldy.
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