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Saturday, January 24, 2004

My dad leaves for Dave's graduation on Sunday. I'm going to be home alone for a full week... When I was with Stephen I didn't see that as a problem. I had a few things I wanted to accomplish... But I'm not good at being alone at home. I wish there was some one I could room with until Dad gets back. I might just stay up at IHOP the whole time. Anything to keep me occupied. I can't even sleep if there's no one else in the house... It's just a weird place to be by myself.


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