The Tear That Hangs Inside My Soul Forever

Saturday, January 26, 2002:

Hmmm...Was awakened this morning by loudness...bastards. My dad is on a moral crusade at the moment involving a kitty and a broken leg, my mom is on the normal cleaning crusade, and I'm about to smoke a cigarette. I suppose everything's normal here. I wonder if Alex is thinking about me.
Chelsea // 5:47 AM


Friday, January 25, 2002:

Can I just bullshit my way through this? How long can it last?
Chelsea // 2:02 PM


Chelsea // 2:00 PM


Has it been a happy day? I don't know. I'm not sure if those days are in my nature, but I do know that it has not been an overly sad day. I have overly-indulged myself once again in the typical teenage excesses. It's all good, though. I know who I am...even if no one else ever gets that priviledge.
Chelsea // 1:55 PM


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