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2005-02-09 @ 9:20 p.m.

Every night I'm sleeping with gloves on. I have to put cream on my hands and pack them into some gloves. I have too dry skin on them.
Tomorrow I'm going to the hairdresser. To have a colour and a cut. I have dry split ends.
Tomorrow I'm also going to my plastic surgeon (for my nose, remember I had a nose job). I'm still unsatisfied with it, it becomes violet every few hours (maybe coze a bad nose job...) I'm tired of those surgeries (already 3 and maybe one more).... I hate speaking about my nose it makes me sad.
I just so tired. I don't want to listen to my mother. I don't want to hear her speaking about my future. I just want to have some rest.
My brain's so busy. Thinking about this, and this and that... I don't have enough place in there. I'm not perfect and won't be. I wish I were so far from here.
I even don't have a place where I can be free.
Even being drunk doesn't make me free from all this shit.
And I'm always complaining. I'm even tired of complaining coze I know it doesn't lead anywhere.
I just feel so old in my head sometimes

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