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12:19pm 22/10/2004
 
mood: accomplished
I have more control. I've been working on it alone, in my room, so as not to bother anyone. It's consistant now, not just some random stuff. I can crush a soda can with a glance. But I can also put it back into shape. Door locks aren't a problem anymore. Before they were too small, now I can feel all the parts. I feel better about it.		  
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damnit   
01:53pm 21/05/2004
  I need to find work. Being here all day every day is starting to play on my nerves. I don't know how to cope with this.. It's almost like being locked up, except I can leave--I just have nowhere to go.  
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12:40pm 18/05/2004
  Talk about a violation. I was glad to hear from you, and even more glad to know I wouldn't be arrested next time I step outside. I've had some problems, but I think all in all I'm adjusting all right. I stay to myself a lot, but I guess it's because everyone else seems to already have a set clique of friends. You should come see the place sometime, it's a nice area.  
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12:43pm 06/05/2004
  All right. I know you must be mad. I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Don't send people after me. I wasn't out of the area violating parole or anything, I just couldn't get to a computer.  
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I'm alive   
03:52pm 06/03/2004
  that's it. i'm alive. good enough.  
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I NEED to VENT tim!   
04:26am 04/03/2004
 
mood: enraged
Hell, I know this is for you to keep track of me, but for god's sake I need to get this out. So we went out. Fine and good, but then we argued about who was and wasn't capable of driving. Come on, Tim, you think I'm that dumb? But one of them got pissed off at me and *^*)% tried to leave me there. I guess he changed his mind, 'cause I woke up back at the school.		  
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hm   
02:19pm 02/03/2004
 
mood: bemused
I woke up in 'my' bed. And I wasn't in a 15 square foot room. That was the most pleasant surprise in months. Maybe this isn't so bad		  
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i KNOW tim.   
01:14am 02/03/2004
 
mood: contemplative
Yeah. I know. Once a day. Sue me. I got to that school I told you I was going to. Met someone who's bound to be a horrible influence, you'd be right ticked that I've fallen into this company again, and I don't rightly care. Maybe for once, someone might understand what's going on in this twisted little head of mine, hm? It was a warmer welcome than I expected, though I didn't know what to expect in the first place. You wouldn't like the rest of it, Babe, so I'll leave it out.

Don't fret, I'll write again tomorrow.


Lorna		  
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So it starts.   
04:36pm 01/03/2004
 
mood: annoyed
Just becuse I get in a little trouble. Honest to god. Tim, sweetie, I'm so glad you're my parole officer. (That was sarcastic.) Okay. So I'm supposed to write about things that happen to my in day to day life, and you hope this will keep me out of trouble. FYI: Keeping cops away from me and my car will keep me out of trouble. Anyway. I lost my place because I've been locked up for almost a month, evicted nice and clean. What now? Well... Back to some old friends, I guess.		  
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