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But who is you?
2004-01-06 - 9:27 p.m.

I was sitting in...coughcoughkaratecoughcough...tonight. I took off my ring and i thought for a few seconds. Even though my mom gave me the ring, every time i look at it i think of you. When someone asks me about it at school the first thing i almost say is "My girlfriend gave it to me."

Looking at that entry is kind of upsetting.

[So don't read it, fucking idiot]

Just knowing that you'd only miss one thing if you left kind of makes me pissed.

[So? Fuck you. You don't care about me.]

Thinking about who it is that you'd miss is even more upsetting.

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