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    <title>austrianmeat @ 2004-10-06T22:43:00</title>
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    <content type="html">right well i feel like an emo fag right now, a ton of shit is goin wrong with my life, i barely got any real friends anymore cuz im so sick and can never get out, the only person i got to be close to is sarah. and shes fucking moving. so im pretty fucked and i thought it would be cool to hang myself. my dad got a job offer to LA so that puts me even further away from her LOLOLOL I HAVE SUCH FUCKING GOOD LUCK YAY. anyways sarah came over tonight and we talked about stuff and i cried, im thinking of moving to where she moves, becuase i know im in love, shes the only girl id ever spend the rest of my life with. im still sick as all fuckin could be. the only reason i get out of bed is becuase of her. i supposed i wont even move now. anyways YUP FUCK MY LIFE. they still cant figure out how to cure me, they have tried like 1358138 things, ill eventually have to get surgery and that might help. anyways this is my emojournal and kurt told me to get it and write in it so i dont kill anyone becuase im raging furious. i was sort of happy becuase im a proffesional gamer now, my team got sponsored by a lan company and they are "paying" us with computers and shit we get pretty much anything we want and free lan hours, i told them we wouldnt sign the contract unless they gave us jockstraps with fuzzy dice on it, anyway im an e-athlete which makes me a nerd i guess. im pretty bummed becuase i cant play football anymore becuase im so sick, ill still manage to play baseball this summer hopefully, but it sucks sitting here watching some fagass guy take my spot at ss linebacker. he blows and lets people beat his ass. in other news my dad has this metal club upstairs, i think i might find someone to beat with it. anyways i guess thats it i hope you like my emojournal.</content>
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