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Situations
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May 08, 2008, 07:54:am
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I no longer have the internet as i've moved out.
I live in leith walk, near the central of town, it's nice.
Sean still doesnt put the toliet seat down.
I'm still working at that call center.
I'm not lying about the toliet seat.
Missing you.
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Eden.
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January 23, 2008, 02:31:pm
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On the way back home it's awful. I never realised how silent it is on the bus. You can hear the rain thundering down and the bus shaking but no one is talking. No one is stirring. They are all looking out the windows with blank expressions and careless looks in their eyes. I look up from my paper and sitting in front of me is who was once the most popular girl in my school. Her hair was now in a short bob with blonde highlights at the top. I could see the back of her peirced ears and as she turns her head to the side slightly I caught a glimpse of her orange foundation line.
I just wanted to get home. I felt sick. The shaking wasnt helping. I wanted to cry. I wanted to go home and wipe off my makeup and take a shower and wash the filth of today off me. I wanted to curl up in my bed and wish the world away.
Hard luck.
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