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Saturday, September 25, 2004

The minutes crawl by, as tears form in my eyes. Why won't she answer her phone? Can I call her house? Why the fuck is she doing this to me. Turn up soon because I want to explode, but I won't. She won't say sorry, she'll drift in. No we can't watch the film now there's no time. No I don't want a hug from you. Ok yes I do.
But stop stop stop fucking me around and just show some commitment, wastrel...

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