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June 08, 2003-1:10 pm
things are pretty good i guess but i still don't feel right. i'd still like to sleep my forever away. (or at least these next two weeks) it's a mystery to me how i survived a whole year in that broken down 70's brick school. green floor, blue floor, orange floor. shit color tiles on the ground. the courtyards off-limits because of the aspestos. there's rat shit in the kitchen and the janitors only clean the caf floors. you can't see out the windows because of some mistake made while trying to fog-proof them. it's built around the design of a prison. i'm leaving. i'm fucking out of here.
(look at me)::
