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Friday, July 15, 2005
11:50 PM

Luc, Dan, Nat, Jas, me. Friends, pool, Starbucks, HMV. Crazy, funny, filling, consolatory. Bus, train, bus, thinking solemnly.

My conscience is killing me. I want things to b simple. I want it to b justified. My emotions are entangled. And I'm bloody sick and tired. One after another, will God not let me rest?

U said "let your hero come knocking on your door. im certain she will find her way through somehow". And I hope u're right.

There's always a bright side to look at, and I'm looking at it.

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