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Saturday, August 11, 2007 in shock i'm awake too late again. this night fucked up nicely. i did everything wrong. and now i'm sitting here complaining... i hate complaining. i apologize too much. i let the wrong people govern my mood, too often. much needs evaluation and maintainance. i'm so exhausted.. partially from boredom.. partially from actual good reason. i take too much shit and don't speak up when i should. that changes tonight. but i will most likely be hiding myself away from the world for the next few days to clear my head and straighten it out. no need to be alarmed. if you can't contact me... just hold on.