it's 12:08 am, on July 09, 2007 - -.

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I could say so many things, except friday's fortune said to write away secret hostilities, not voice them - and is this voicing them or writing them away? - and anyway, I don't even have any real hostility tonight, so what does any of it matter. In a way, I think I was partly holding on to resenting everyone because it was the only thing reminding me I was alive.

I am still that sixteen year old, back to sixteen and so desperate I just want to fall off the roof, with one difference: at sixteen it had only happened once, and now it's happened so many times to count.

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