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So there is no commenting anymore?

Apparently so, so then, SARAH EMAIL ME A COPY OF THAT PICTURE WHERE WE WERE AT SEA WORLD.

Oh my god, that was the most fun I ever had at Sea World. and Shea (was that his name?) and I went to see the walrus, seal show with Sarah's mom while Sarah, Jess, Brooke and co. went to go ride Atlantis for the upteenth time.

She got us ice cream XD.
Eww...I was so fat then.

ugh. My sisters are SUPPOSED to be with my dad tonight. But noooo, they aren't so once again. I won't get that time where I want to talk to my mother, where I want to have the house quiet so I can work on my monologue, where I can work on all my much needed to be done homework in peace. For fuck's sake, I have an 8-10 page paper due and I'm starting from scratch because my other topic fell through.
it's moments like this where I want to just cry, I know that's a little melodramatic but so sue me.
All I ever feel liek I do is cry now.
Ickk, I sound like something out of "are you there god? It's me margaret".
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