:: Dain's blog of eternal stench. ::

Uhh.. basically what I be feeling every time I choose to update.
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[::..currently..::]
being: bored.
blaring: nothing.
consuming: a glass of water... mmm.. water.
conversing: the voices in my head.
deadly sin: envy.
dying of: ovarian cancer?
expecting: stuff.
hating: my situation.
wishing: Blatantly Obvious.
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:: Saturday, June 21, 2003 ::

Come noon, my life will officially be shit. Mom's leaving for good. I'll have until September to get a job, or we're going to lose the house. Why can't everything just go back to the way it was? Why the fuck does this have to happen?
:: Dain 1:24 AM [+] ::
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:: Monday, June 16, 2003 ::
Well shit. Mom moved her computer out of the house. God. The parent I most wanted to not move out seems to be the one that is.

I didn't want to think about this whole divorce thing... I was hoping that they'd just stay together long enough for me to get a job... maybe even wait for me to move out first. And to think, I originally woke up in a good mood. Now I just feel like absolute shit. Maybe that's why she's been coming home late lately... because she was slowly moving out of the house.

I don't want to fucking believe this is true. I really fucking don't. I just hope she comes home tonight. Otherwise, I don't think I'll be able to stop crying.
:: Dain 11:49 AM [+] ::
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