| My hotmail inbox is now empty. Over 72 emails..deleted.
The oldest email I had was sent on 12 February 2002 04:51:50
subject : how do i say im sorry
wow... I'm proud of myself.
I was bored and I needed some excitement.
Saw a case of Systemic Lupus Erythematosus. And the patient had all the symptoms like the text book describes.
mind-fuckin-blowing.
My mom asked me to search for my own husband.
Then she asked me why I was such a slob and I said it's because I'm in med school and have no social life.
This movie wasn't that great. It was slow and predictable but most boys seemed to like it I don't know why.
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| I acted cute, I smiled, I pleaded, I bargained and finally bought a Rs. 60 worth beaded chain for Rs.40.
This evening I find it broken on the newpaper...the beads strewn across like orphans.
My blood boiled, my brows knit. I text my brother "YOU ASSHOLE WHY DID YOU BREAK MY CHAIN"
He replies "It was a mistake!" I swear if he wasn't my blood I would have asked him to fuck off. 
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| i told him I LOVED him he said he was 12 i said you LIE he had no reply it was on the internet |
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| i get philosophical wen im pms-ing. m sorry. Tonight: Franz Ferdinand is music of the night: to fling yourself around your room as you psyche yourself for a night of hedonism, the dance-floor, flirtation, your desolate heart-stop, for losing it and loving losing it, for the chemical surge in your bloodstream. Its for that lonely hour.. gently rocking yourself...... waiting for dawn... and it all to be even again... Existence, well, what does it matter? I exist in the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.
- From the movie Control, my favourite
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