i have a right to not want to talk to someone. i have a right to decide that ive had enough, and i dont want to have someone in my life anymore. i have a right to be upset when i tell someone this countless times and they ignore it. then they tell me... that i am the one who needs to get over it? it would be easier if they actually respected my ( Read more... )

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Maybe it's my imagination, but food seemed to taste better when I was a kid. Also, food would sing and dance and play musical instruments. But that could also have been my imagination.