Dear Diary

[bornfromawish]

I had that dream again last night. I'm in a small enclosed space with my arms bound and it's so hot. Heat hot. I throw my body around but I'm just bouncing off of metal. I do it until my body is bruised, and the bruises don't hurt, but they frighten me because they seem to ripple across my body. I try and try to get out because I know

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[dreadsmile]

That's terrible.

Hello, Mary. You might not know me, but I know you. Or do I? Are you Mary?

[11thsacrament]

Please to be unfriending this journal now so that I can use it for something else.
Thank you.

[11thsacrament]

Gosh, I'd love to, but it's been hacked and the password changed. Which at this point shouldn't surprise anyone, least of all me.

If I can get the password reset and reclaim the journal, I'll be sure to consider your request. Until then, you'll just have to wank wank wankity wank wank wank wanky wank and some more wank. (Commence wank now.)

[11thsacrament]

Way to prove how mature you are.
It wasn't about wank, it was about wanting to recycle a used journal. It's not a huge deal. Don't be such a stupid bitch. :D

[11thsacrament]

LOLZ!!!!! =D