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| Okay, so Micheal Jackson is the undisputed king of pop. We all get it. This whole hype about it is so suffocating, it's all around & everyone's talking about it. I mean duh who wouldn't, but really. Why only when he dies? Anyway, I have a serious problem - lack of sleep, which explains the major (major) breakout on my face. It's horrifyingly terrifying, I have no idea what to do about it. I'm glad I haven't lost touch with all my friends, yet.  This is what I need. Then I won't have wardrobe crisis(es) anymore, omg, that would totally erase this huge stress that has been contributing to my breakout problem. I'm really really (really) tired. The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it. Impossible, of course. Hrm, ponder ponder ponder. Can't wait for my new life seriously. Woohoooo | ||||||||
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