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My name is Natasha. I really really like blinky lights, beepy noises and things that go "click". i love coffee and noodles and BIG PLATFORM SHOES. I love downtown toronto and shopping to feel better. I love my Devon because he is my glitterbean.
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    ...written on 2004-10-31, @ 10:40 a.m.

    I feel like I should apologize for my last entry even though it's how I was feeling at the time. I'm still pretty angry, but things are kinda of getting sorted out.
    That was a lie. A big fucking lie.
    Right now I just want everyone to break up so we can go back to spending time with each other and everyone can stop ditching me for a guy. I feel so lonely lately, because even when i do get a chance to spend time with my friends their boyfriends are always there too and it really isn't cool.
    I love AJ and Graham so much, but sometimes, I want it to be just the girls.
    I just don't think anyone really understands how important this weekend was for me. They don't understand that it wasn't just Halloween but the fact that we'd all be hanging out together again, and now everyone's saying they can't come and it really breaks my heart.
    Why do I even care so much? It's like I keep pretending that one day everything will go back to the way it was in the summer when we all loved spending time with everyone, not just one specific person. I know it will never be like that again. It's fucking impossible.
    I'm still going along with tonight's plans. Even if no one else is. because this is what we were going to do and I'm gonna fucking do it. But right now I need to stop writing because it's really hard to type when you're crying.

    glare | stare