damaged tape.

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Thursday, March 22, 2007 1:26 AM

Have you ever had a day where you felt like killing yourself? Today was such a day for me.

I hate my absolutely grosteque (sp?), fking tactless and unsensitive mouth. Shoot me down and kill me, please. I fking deserve it.

I am an amateur at public relations. I have no idea how to make it in life with my sort of attitude.

I know why people hate me.

I hate myself.

rewind.