they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

End Of Yours Truly. Perhaps. + January 8. 2001 = 10:16 a.m.

This apartment that I can't afford but need to have may just be the end of me. It used to be things like Brand New Hardcover books, $200 pairs of heels with skinny straps, fancy Dinners, nights out drinking in Bars, fashion magazines, blank books, art supplies, items to add to Wardrobe, gifts for friends. Now it is the $615 studio apartment. Living by oneself is the Very Best,

But Honestly,

what was I thinking in October?

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