There is order to my chaos.
I write an entry, and then i swear, and then i etiher contradict myself, or try to make what i had just said less serious.
I hate when things get to serious.
I even mock myself for fucks sake.
So if i don't like making things too serious, why would you assume that i'd make a serious issue about you?
Shame on you silly.
You mean nothing to me.
You forget that I DON'T FUCKING CARE about alot of things.
Why would you be the exception?
Shit.
I'm just kidding. I don't really care.
10:49 p.m. - 2004-02-01
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