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    ' Tuesday, September 23, 2008 '3:43 AMY

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    I learned something new today. I realized that i`m not so good in whatever i think i`m good at. I feel like a complete idiot for feeling this way. I hate being overly confident and have that shit slapping me right in the face. I had a hard time accepting it so i told myself life`s too short, but it didn`t make me feel better. My mind cannot stop thinking about this, wondering the reason why this happened. I could not think of a good enough reason i did so badly? It`s really difficult for me, and the worse thing was i could not accept the reason she gave me. I thought she made no sense whatsoever, and i cannot change my style of writing just to suit her.

    I`ll get over this, like i always do. But i`ll never be able to write or say anything without thinking twice about my fucking language. Shit.

    Oh gosh, this is like '06 all over. Fuck.

    Three words. Eight letters. Say it.. and I`m yours.

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