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Saturday, August 17, 2002

I apologize now, but I'm about to do a little bit of that whole feeling sorry for myself thing. My former best friend who I've known since 3rd grade is on her way over to tell me some "exciting news." I'm really happy for her, she has been with this wonderful guy she met at A&M since her freshmen year. He's taken her all over the world, absolutely adores her, and I'm sure he's bought her a big fat rock with all his $. Don't take this wrong, I'm seriously thrilled for her, but this on top af all of my other friends and their cute babies and happy families is just making me so sad! I guess I didn't realize just how alone I was until now.

♥Oh, so vintage... 5:51 PM


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