2003-08-11 + 1:45 a.m.

The anger and spite.

After writting out about a hundred wedding invitations and having a pretty good day at all.

My stomach hurts.

Sometimes people don't let go.

And they think I don't know. And they think I have no soul. And they think what they wish.

I'm sure my life displayed out for all to see is a laugh.

I know who is important to me. That will never change. I have a bright future in the cards for me. A happy one. Because I am a good person.

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