November 2nd, 2003



My legs hurt. They ache. I hate working, but I need the money. Help. I'm trapped. It wasn't supposed to be that way.
I found a hairline wrinkle on my face today, and that makes me angry, which probably will cause more wrinkles, and I shall be an ugly old hag before I reach 20.
Excuse me as I crawl away, shrivel up, and expire.
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