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Once again, Im not being constructive and Im writing in this space instead of like…thinking about ways I can improve on cutting newspapers (cutting with more precision, sticking it on paper with the perfect amount of glue) 

I miss my friend Stacey who doesn’t seem to care about me anymore. Its okay to write this here cause she wont read it. Cause as stated above, she doesn’t care.  Sometimes its like I try so hard to be her friend but she doesn’t seem to want me. So I feel like giving up. But I don’t know…its STACEY. Like bolded and uppercased. So Im still hanging in here. Waiting for her to say HI NIKKI HOW ARE YOU for the first fucking time.

So yeah. I think I should post photos of myself on my blog. But I just cant take good photos. I have this face that when photographed looks like Im having face fits. So..no. Maybe after I lose a whole bunch of weight and my face is all sunken in and gaunt then okay.

The other intern just told me that people in Texas died from eating celery. Why would you eat celery in the first place? At least if its chicken (bird flu) you know its going to be delicious. So dying from that would seem more fulfilling. Point is : Don’t eat vegetables.

I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon this surface for the birds
The birds
The birds