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Today was such a great day. Monique and I went to her grandmothers 75th birthday party! Right now Josh Monique and I are going to go over to other Joshs house.
I hope the rest of the day is good.
Monique is pretty girl
ooper
fucktastic
NICOLE
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| friday i'm in love.
with ice cream.
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| i suffer from a lack-of-things-to-say-itis give me MEDICATION |
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Monique and I are in ATLANTA where the players play... |
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| And I’m feeling strange. Unhappy, I don’t hold any conversation. My mind seems to wonder about the awkwardness. I hate this I stare, and I don’t see anything. And when I focus it scares me so much so that I look the other direction in a panic and don’t see anything again. I want to leave, but I hate the thought of moving. I don’t want to go home, or walk anywhere, or go anywhere public, but my spot right here is unbearable. Confusion is where I dwell. I’m not content. I don’t want answers, I don’t want sorrow. What do I like? It seems a mystery as I realize I don’t have a love for anything anymore. It’s just another mind, another color, another flower. I lack passion. I say something thought to be true, the answer I get from the numbers and things I put together. But what happens when I get another view? What does that make my answer?? The outcome is different, and either way is right. The possibilities are endless. Memory is hard to recall. ((DO I HAVE A PAST??)) Living in non-existence. Everything I say are just words that seemingly fit. All the sudden I’m going a lot and I see things from a different view point, an outside one. But outside is nowhere and has no viewpoint on the subject because I have no memory to recall to. Outside. I look in but I can’t recall any reason to like or dislike what I’m seeing because my memory is in and I can’t reach it. Living in non-existence. It's BLACK! It's WHITE. It's gray. It's can't decide because it doesn't have a passion for either. Or maybe it does for both. No defining things at all. No inclination either way. Is this how I feel?? 
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