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[cimorene]

my dad talked seriously to me and was very understanding of my nervous breakdown, bizarre dietary problems, and whiny bitchiness. i fucking HATE school, man. there must be something good about it besides net access and no mom bugging me to get a job, and i just can't remember what it was right now.

then talked to mom and she soothed me almost to sleep. alas, she can't afford to do that every night.

i'm quite calm and happy now, though. i don't even know what all the last things she said were.