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March 08, 2005
hello hello. today wasn't exactly a great day. a bad day actually. damn. why can't people just be all the fucking same size? why is it that some people are skinny or perfectly average sized, while the others are just fat? i ate so much today, tiff! control me please?? i think i'm gonna leave all my money at home so that would only allow me to buy my ice mountain. i just hope i won't be such a damn pig and take money out of my ez-ink. i would die of self disgust. lesson beyond horrid, i couldn't understand the lecturer nor pronounce his name. he's indian. but that's not the point. his lesson was a serious fucking bore. i really was going to die, right there and then. instead of dying though, all four of us left after the break. while i feel bad for wasting my parents money spent on school, i was so glad to get out of that freaking igloo teaching pr. shit. tmr there's fom, fundamentals of marketing, i could die. i don't wanna go. tiffffffff. shitt. please think if something to do during lesson. i could die in there. please please please. we should go tape your bestfriend's mouth and shut her in a toilet cubical. hahahha. how we love our classmates. i'm so damn fucking fat and i cannot take it anymore. i want to slice my body up, let the fats burst out with sick evil blood, then sew myself back up just when i think i'm the right size. screw it. i hate my fat ass, my sick face, my shit fat body. fuck. why do i keep eating?