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March 14, 2006
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im not in a good mood, and i wont be.
im going to send in an application for a precollege summmer thing to MICA.
i want to start painting.
too bad i cant sleep for years.
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February 27, 2006
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im pretty decided. and i think im going to move.
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February 14, 2006
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Nothing has changed. Everything is going according to plan. There is no plan, that’s the perfection of it all. People will say how miserable love is. How love must be the last thing you need to obtain. How love will never fall through, and all it will be is a disappointment. They have obviously never been in love, or maybe my love is something much more then I believe it to be. Because if the love I have is the love other people have, then falling in love is worth all the misery it may bring after. This love I have right now in my life is worth just about everything in the world. You are given one chance at life, and if love was the goal of this, my life is accomplished. Right now I know that this is the most incredible thing I will ever have. That he is the most amazing thing that’s going to happen to me. I am so blown away by the fact that things, that life, can be so incredible. If every single person in the world was given just the slightest part of my happiness, I think there would be hope for the future. What I have with him, I know it’s something different. Something, honestly, too incredible to ever write. Or speak. Love, this love, is incredible. He, Gabe, is incredible. We are incredible. We, our love, are indestructible. Consider us a permanent ink stain on earth.
I love you.
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February 7, 2006
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this month, is my month of change.
starting February first i quit everything. Everything.
i wont claim edge. this is about dicipline.
dtermination.
this month i will save all my money.
i will control my diet. and stop eating meat.
no more fast food.
ive cut my hair, pierced my nose.
dont like it? i dont give a shit.
this is the new, happier, me.
im going to make a new account, i dont want this past.
my report card was all As and Bs. one F.
this is the best ive done in years.
my art is improving in all areas.
i enjoy my own company more then anyone elses.
i wake up every morning and its a beautiful day.
its not becuase of Gabe. hes just helped me get better.
i am happy
ps.i miss you rob
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November 6, 2005
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i dont think things get any better
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September 12, 2005
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love rhymes with sympathy
But some things never get better
like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno tits
a pad lock on her lips
disposable tan
biodegradable hands.
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June 20, 2005
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im 16. congratulate me.
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