Justin, fuckim.
November 01, 2003 - 6:31 p.m.

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I don't understand Justin at all.

Fuck him.

I crashed at his place last night, because I was too damned drunk to walk home. Or at least, that's the excuse he gave and the excuse I agreed with.

Hung out with him a bit today.

He is surly and grumpy most of the time. But some of the time he seems genuinely happy to be around me, and interested.

But.

What ever.

Fuck him.

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Rosie.

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