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Vile.
written @ 11:19 a.m. on December 04, 2003

This is it. This is all. I am tired of all of this. Might this be the reason I stopped having many friends in the first place? I trusted people with secrets and truths that don't need to be spoken to strangers. I don't know Brittany. I don't know much about her, and she DOES not know Scott or I. I had no harsh feelings toward her. She never even crossed my mind. That chapter in my life has been well closed. Those who desired to have a friendship with me have it (oh, hi Kaitlin) and those who don't have chosen that themselves. But, that doesn't mean that Brittany has any right to say such hurtful, untrue, and immature things. I don't care who it made feel good by saying those things, or who wanted to get a rise out of me. I'm not mad. Just hurt and confused. I knew where to stop, and knew when to leave well enough alone. But insulting my past (which you have little knowledge of) my mother (who the hell knows why you did that?) and Scott, the only person who does understand me! Jesus, you don't even know me. This makes me the opposite of mad. I would be angry if it was true, but it isn't. Also, I think alot of it is rather vile. I feel nothing but sorry for you for feeling like you have to do this. I have my own life, leave it alone. I have always wanteed a friendship with Nena, and that window is always open. But, I don't know who I can trust.

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