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8:27 p.m. -- 2006-05-03

Yeah I learned something from my talk with Ate Jacq. I can only be who I am. I mean… what else can I do? At the end of the day, there’s just me no matter how hard I try to change and look or act better, smarter, nicer, friendlier… there’s nothing, NOTHING I more I can do.

YEAH, IT’S SAD. So if he were to like her or someone else… what CAN I do? I can’t FORCE you to like me, to choose me, to see that I’m so much better which I could possibly not be. And no, I don’t want you to lower your standards for me. If I’m not pretty enough then SCREW IT, right?! Don’t fucking choose me.

FUCK. Haha.

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