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Monday, November 29, 2004


   I'm suffocating on teenage angst.
Hey. Long time no post, huh? Oh, well.

Damn, I feel depressed right now. My fingers feel heavy. My typing's kinda slow, so you'll forgive me if this turns out to be a short post.

Mom wants to cut my hair, 'cuz I embarass her. She doesn't say so, but I know it's true. I like my hair the way it is, long bangs and all. She doesn't like it when it gets in my face. I like it. It makes me feel 'Mysterious'. Or something. I don't really know. Mom says she doesn't like me to cover up my "Pretty face". Bull. It's just not respectable, and it embarasses her. My hair is kind of greasy, so it gets on my face, and I get zits an' blackheads 'n stuff.
She stuck some metal thing in my face a short while ago, 'cuz I had some blackheads. It sort of hurt, so I sqeezed her wrists. She got pissed, and snapped at me. When she was done, I went back into my room for a moment, and tried to go to the bathroom. She stopped me, said I had to wash my hair every day, and some other things I can't remember. Then she told me if I don't keep my hair like she wants me too, she's gettin' it cut, whether I like it or not.
She just gave me the "Pretty face" bull again. I should have just told her I don't think she likes me the way I like me.
A couple minutes ago, the Drastic Mesures part of my brain went off, telling my I should start purging, to make her feel bad about her selfish vainity. I got over it, but I don't know if I will next time. Oh well. I need to lose weight anyways. *Haha* Kiddin', I'm kiddin'.

Oh, well. See ya later, bud.

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