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Saturday, Mar. 01, 2008 - 8:13 p.m.
I do NOT like this new layout at all.

I thought I was doing pretty well today until I left work to go home. The bus that I take home from work, passes Chads street. There are only a few houses on that end of the street and his is right in the middle. There is even a stop on the corner. I almost got off at the stop to go to his place. I spent every weekend at his house for the past three years.

Whenever I looked sad Chad always said I had a look as though I just lost my best friend. Now I have, and I don't know what to do.

I miss him so fucking much and I'd do anything just to have him come back.

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