Getting by
6:13 p.m. & 2005-01-30

Passing you in the hall without a word, sitting without you at lunch...it all seems strange. Before I was around you every fucking minute. In class you look at me; I look away. It's not like I really need you anyway...

[Skipped journalism to go downtown and smoke salem menthol cigarettes and plan the runaway with Elena]

All in all things cant get much worse.

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