I've been through a lot with this diary. And a lot of those "a lots" never made it in here. It's so much easier when I'm mad at people in my house to just stay in my room and scribble down the hateful feelings, instead of risk confrontation to peck at the keyboard to have those hateful feelings show up on my latest design, which sometimes doesn't even fit.

Things have been figured out, with the Grunge template. My scribblings got copied to the computer hours later, with the Red Hawt template. Things have come to a head, with Ape Dos Mil. A majority of my feelings since the beginning of 05 are missing from here, due to my idleness. And I consider that to be part of me still. It's nothing to a random reader, but it's a scar - a reminder - to the diary owner, me. So now I'm on version five, the butt of things. Generally, things are good. Everything that ever went on was settled.

Besides Mike. But that's just one of those things. I can't help it that he's a moron.

Now, the username is a whole 'nother entry. >argh<

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