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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:06 pm
he has a tumor. a big one. He wont last long
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:06 pm
I'm definitely failing my test tomorrow.
But what really stings is the apathy I feel about it
I'm not normally like this,
especially not when it comes to school.
I hope I didn't just anally screw my gpa
crying
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:07 pm
rottenyouth. he has a tumor. a big one. He wont last long woah, i'm sorry sad *hugs tight* s**t dude...
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:09 pm
well he's old. and had a good, spoiled life. crying
every time I think about it I start crying. I dunno what I'll do when he goes.
Im so very attatched to him
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:12 pm
blahhhh D:
i wish i was magic so i could like teleport to australia and heal him with my hands!
poor little guy sad
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:12 pm
Aw, poor doggy! crying
When my dog died, I drew a picture of his face and wrote a poem for him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:24 pm
gonk I'm crying, I hate the feeling when your pet dies and its coming back like a flood.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:28 pm
mhm
i want to cry, but i cant. im in class
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:37 pm
Awws, I wrote a poem about my cat when she died too. *huggles* I'm sorry to hear poor puppy is leaving us.
Something that made my day bad today: When I realized I have to write TWO essays when I get home from work tonight. Oops.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 4:47 pm
I put myself on the line for a boy who is apparently straight, but is a notarized closet case among my friends.
Now I'm a confused rejected mess, and I can't deal with his hungry flirtation any more!
He lets me play with his hair, we get along great, he's always checking me out, he looks me straight in the eye when we talk and draws on my arms in class, and when he smiles it's like we've been friends for years.
What in gay hell?
burning_eyes
sad
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 5:12 pm
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