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I feel like I'm in a daycare again.
written @ 5:20 p.m. on September 28, 2003

I don't even know what to say really. Just read Kaitlin's journal. What the fuck? Are you my fucking mother or something? Really. I need to get some "help" because I can't take responsibility for my actions??? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO??? We came. We said we'd be back after we picked up Zach (who's quite the cool guy). Zach wanted to do something else, and Kaitlin and Neona were making things quite uncomforable for us. So we didn't think a whole lot of coming back. It is our right to come and go as we please you know, and we owe nobody and explaination because of it. And yes, I do smoke pot. Sorry (very sarcastically). You don't know what it's like, what it does to me, or anything. Who the fuck do you think you are? We said we were sorry for the other night. Okay. So we're sorry. Nothing else can be said. We can't goi anywhere from here until we just stop talking about it. Nothing will be resolved, and I'm not sure if I care if they do. Kaitlin and Neona leave together all of the time and Nena and I hardly bat an eye about it. Even when they ditch us, or say they are coming back and don't. Children...jesus.

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