11:59 pm - Saturday, Sept. 20, 2003
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I loved my time with the boy. It was so perfect. Just the cruise and the stars, the city lights, the dinner conversation.
The non-verbal communication.
But to come home just to get attacked and insulted again by this "friend" is too much. She's not worth working it out with because she's not willing to actually work, just insult and complain and tell me everything I did wrong and everything she did right.
I'm a sarcastic liar. All I do is talk about my boyfriend and school.
If thats what she thinks of me, then we aren't really friends are we.
Maybe I'm liking that better. As the evil one, that's my job.
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