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<p>FUCK YOU! i fucking hate my car. i can't deal with this ANYMORE! with all the money my dad has put into it, he could of just bought a new car. every year it happens...</P><P></P><P>damn</P><P></P><P></P><P>im still on my "further high" from the show. i didn't go to any shows for awhile, and didn't really miss it. but now that i went to one i need to go again. no one is coming to Nashville, plus my car blows.</P><P></P><P>thank you once again Chaela, just for being so damn cool. best gf ever!! without a doubt. everything is perfect!</P><P></P><P>this town is killing me. i can't be here any longer. i need out. i want to go to school in Florida. film school or some crap. wait, screw film school. too much money plus trendy art kids go there. </P><P></P><P></P><P>whatever</P><P></P><P></p>
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damn
im still on my "further high" from the show. i didn't go to any shows for awhile, and didn't really miss it. but now that i went to one i need to go again. no one is coming to Nashville, plus my car blows.
thank you once again Chaela, just for being so damn cool. best gf ever!! without a doubt. everything is perfect!
this town is killing me. i can't be here any longer. i need out. i want to go to school in Florida. film school or some crap. wait, screw film school. too much money plus trendy art kids go there.
whatever