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Sunday, May 16, 2004

Today was just a bad day, not a set back, a bad day. It's ok to not be 100% over it, it takes time. You're doing good I tell myself everyday, and I am, it's OK to feel like this. It's OK. I turned my head and there he was. I whipped my head back around, my heart racing. Calm. Calm. Calm. Slow down, don't forget to breath. What are the odds? Breath, stop shaking, steady, click. There you can do it. Easy, breath, calm, slow, think. It's OK. Posters. Oh shit now the guy is all pissed. Stop talking so loud. I'M RIGHT HERE. Are they laughing at me? Don't look behind you. Breath, look and act normal. It's OK. It's OK. Why did I do this? This door? No. I wanted to use the other one. Don't let her think that. Act cool, breath, stop shaking, focus. It's OK. It's OK to feel this and have a bad day with it. Think about Him, haha, that was awesome. He didn't know it. There is not enough time damnit. Summer. Freedom, on so many levels and new possibilities. It's OK. It's OK to feel this and have a bad day. Somehow I just know we'll meet again and something will happen. It's OK to feel that.

shaina loves the jews at;
7:26 PM

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a picture of me.

my name is shaina and i will eat your children.

i eat sultry roasted homo sapien flesh on a daily basis, only to purge it into a rusty bucket in a matter of minutes and feed it to the dogs.

i'm in the pomeranian fur trading business with crack dealers in newark.

i am happy. i am with someone who makes me feel amazing, who i love more than i thought you could love someone. it is fucking awesome. i love my life.

also, i like to laugh. it keeps me from killing people.

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the six degrees of seperation from kevin bacon.
planet brenda.
spitonastranger.
bobby burgess.
buddyhead.
demon baby.
stephanie sparer (has no life).
everything is dumb v3.

if you're going to do drugs get educated and be safe.

eyeball kid.
the heirophant.

i hope my future boyfriend looks like this.

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