But you...you're not allowed.
2009-03-01 - 7:13 p.m.

I was so excited for Philip to visit.
So looking forward to it.

So of course, it didn't happen.

I am so incredibly disappointed. Almost devastated, actually. That's how shitty I feel about it.
I just don't understand.
Why the fuck couldn't you plug the phone in and call me then?
...why won't you actually CALL me at all?

Spring break starts next weekend, and I'm not sure where I'm going. I'm not going to Florida. I may be in Missouri. I might go to Eric's. I might not have the will to go anywhere at all.

Money money money. I wish I was loaded so I could do things. Those little slips of paper and pieces of metal limit and control so much.
Though without it, there might actually more killing, instead of less.
There isn't enough for everyone.

Dashed.

I really want to throw something and watch it smash into the wall and then shatter.

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