June 2003
Monday, June 9th 2003
Monday, great day. It's almost over . . . but can I really hope that tomorrow will be any better? Well, I thought things might get better, talk to people, lift my spirits. Instead I'm pretty sure Mike is ignoring me, this is after signing off of IM on me when I wrote to him. Andrea is of course talking to Eddie. I sit in my room, reading, staring, crying. And these are the best days of my life . . .
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