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Dave emailed me back. I don’t know if I should post it, so I won’t for right now.
He said I’m a hypocrite, which I am, and he said I’ll admit to it just to justify it, which is true in a sense.
He said I have no right to tell people what annoys me about them.
And he said something that I hadn’t figured out, he said when we became friends again after not talking for 6 months we didn’t try to get to know eachother again, we just acted like no one had changed.
But obviously we had.
I think I have a right to tell people what annoys me about them though. I don’t do it to
I just want to be honest. And I’m picky. I don’t know why I am this way.
Shit, let’s stop here before I start getting depressed again. I need sleep.
Better entries coming soon. (Sorry John.)
i’m guessing i’m the “John” mentioned? it doesn’t matter. cuz this is the shit that almost had it. my next entry was going to be about hypocrisy. i realize the racial overtones to my diary lately make me one fat hypocrite. and i sorta wanted to, like, justify it or something.
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