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Sunday, Sept. 22, 2002 - and i sing and drink and sleep on floors.
 3:26 pm
i think i'm swearing off drinking. because i hate hangovers, and i was an asshole/bitch-girlfriend-from-hell to mark last night. and i think i made all his friends who were at his place hate me.

i just wanted to go home. i knew i wouldn't be comfortable staying there. but i mean shit.

i'm sorry mark.

i would much rather smoke up on the weekends than drink anyway.

it's not as bad for me, i don't get hangovers from it, and stuff like that. plus, it's wayyyyy more fun, and i have way more control over my bodily functions.

i hate myself a lot right about now.

xo.

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