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Sunday, April 30 x 11:00 PM

i just deleted a really long post because there is really so much i want to say but it just doesn't get my message across to the right people. well, i guess i wouldn't be bitching here if they weren't so damn oblivious. one of these days, i might just say it flatly to the faces of the people concerned.

i don't want to be bad. i don't want to be evil. i admit that i have fun poking fun at some people, but some are so.. ____ it's not funny anymore. it just makes my blood boil.

ahh. oh well. i'm trying to channel that nicer, sweeter me i used to be before i became this evil thing.

on a lighter note, i didn't know that 'text-mates' were still in. it's actually pretty funny, but i'm not evil enough to say the things jodie does when someone tries to befriend him through text. and i won't waste my precious peso on that. i mean, i exceed my plan's limit as it is, so there. i know my priorities. friends and family are the only ones worth my messages and calls. bleh.

i miss everyone. high school friends. college friends. ballet friends. friends who don't fall under any of these categories. methinks, coffee is the solution to everything.