good: Feb. 01, 2003 (5:14 pm)

i parked at the end of the lot because i was crying. i just didn't want to be in there all day. but i was excited when i started working, when he told me to do something because he thought i would do the best job. but people seem colder. and she said that they all liked her cookies better, and they like her better. so yeah: i thought i was done with power trips. i walked back to the end of the lot crying again. i crawled back in and listened to the devil is electric as i passed away from everything that made me feel bad.

but my back still hurts.

(hey you: i'm glad we're speaking right now.)

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