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Saturday, October 01, 2005

freak....

i got no driveee
i kanchion liek crazy
was fuckin hapie at d fact dat my printing fe rmy packagin came out good but wif a lil bit cock up..
dn alls well ends well...
yes..wnt bck hme and saw dat my poster d inkw as fuckin fading..
fuck...
i was already pissed wif hw the small mistake onmy packagin wif d colour and my crayon and drawing book box..
dn d poster came out fucked up
i didnt wanan check der cz i was tired..
i didnt feel good jus nw b=morning
yu noe me..
mornin gif me d raging temper...
aftre d goin to art fren buyin d stuffs nand waiting the guys liek as if dey were d gerls shoppin at art friend..
god!it was almosta n hour!
after kena fuck my ginette and chased out of room fer nt takin pics and taki9n her fer granted
after carryin my heavy stuffs on the bus frm bugsi to tamp..
i reached hme and check..d posters rae fuckin shitheads!
im dead..
ive gta rushed to go buy my spray 2marow...
go check out my family photo...
mb visit d dentist
n yes..
ive gta ask mumy fer sum more money..
and yes...
im dead....
ive gta go print it 2marow..
i spent mummy 50 bucks and my skool alowance 30 bucks on skool tyngs
dn done...
erggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

gtago...

ill kil myself

n im hafin headaches wen i listen to frankie j song
\now i had sumtyn
"...i need yut o realize...realize it more den my werds...and wnder beyond waitin werds....."


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