without names: May. 18, 2003 (10:14 am)

one time when we were not getting along you imagined all the kids in the city sitting in their rooms alone who would like some other kids in the city sitting in their rooms alone. people here inconsistently find themselves where ever; all there is to see is new faces. i'm sick of hearing about scores and next year and the year after that. i've been quiet but too edgy to stay in my room. i don't like where i've been lately. seems like everyone's got somewhere else to be.

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