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Tuesday, February 15, 2005
the months of trying to pretend life was picture perfect has been destroyed again. i saw a person on the bus that looked like that fucker. and that fucker-lookalike was staring right at me. straight into my eyes. i just turned away and pretended to look out of the window. but in my mind, it was filled with fucker's face again. and fucker's actions again. and fucker's words again.

i hate you, fucker.

to the fucking core.

stop harassing me, fucker.

die, fucker die.
die, fucker die.
die, fucker die.
die, fucker die.


BimboQueen
2/15/2005 11:52:00 pm

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The BimboQueen

Serene Loo; Femme; 19 September 1987; Nineteen going on Twenty; Mass Communication Graduate; Account Management Executive; Nightlife; Retail therapy & more retail therapy; Very trigger happy; hayzelle@hotmail.com