Third update from my guestbook acquaintance. "hah oh yeah, im a stalker. just because i happen to know who you are, and came across your journal, that makes me a stalker? riiiight. you just wish you had a stalker. all im saying is that i think its pretty lame how concieted you are..." Hehe, now I'm curious. Oh and by the way honey, if you know me just like you claim, why don't you leave your name? We'll chat... Besides, you would enjoy telling me how conceited and all-around lame I am in my face, wouldn't you? And what's with "you just wish you had a stalker?" Come on, I am conceited and lame, not dumb!

Today's Thrusday, tomorrow will be Friday, and day after tomorrow will be Saturday and Snowball! Whoo-hoo! You know, I just received letter from one of my friends and it says, "Nobody sees you the way you do until you let them." Pretty smart, huh?

I think I found the cure for my depression. Instead of lying on the bed for hours or sit online doing nothing, I will have to get busy (hehe). You know, do something important and don't leave any time for bad thoughts. Sounds pretty pathetic, but that's the only thing I have left.

Life sucks

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