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Friday, July 13, 2007
week 3 over. im screwing up everything i do. everything i say, every move i make has a consequence that is never my intention. i never wanted to say anything against anyone.and id like to say its someone elses fault. but it isnt.and my dads coming back tomorrow. isnt that just great.