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March 01, 2003
9:50 p.m.

"I'm Running Red Lights Asleep At The Wheel"

What have I done so wrong to make all of my friends hate me?

It's eating me alive.

I don't want to hear your sympathy unless you plan on doing something about it.

Don't pretend to like me to my face anymore...if you don't like me, don't talk to me, I can make new friends. Friends that say...don't make me sit at home? or feel alone all the time?

Won't someone make time for me?




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