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Hello, my name is Mylene.

Screams
Friday, March 23, 2012
I went out for a short run in the morning, the weather was too good to miss. Went to the post office to send off my 8 mail, then to Dunnes to do the week's groceries, then off home to help Geraldine bake chocolate chip cookies for her bf. The gang had dinner together, Geraldine, Sarah and I made hor fun and sambal fishcakes. I completely pigged out on the 2 tubs of Ben &Jerry ice cream that the guys had bought- they're new flavours from B&J. I just sat there and shoved tablespoons of ice-cream down my throat. Cathartic in an absolutely sinful way. I'm still not feeling quite myself yet, haiz.

I came on the computer after the guys left, and saw that Alona had sent me an email, Junior replied her to say thank you for the Hawaii pictures. She sent me a pic of the letter, there was a part about me. NOT helping me, now I'm feeling even shittier about what I wrote to him. I'm thinking of sending him a small letter now, I dunno, to say sorry or something. Oh God I'm so messed up.