You kill me, my dear. You drive spikes continually into my stomach. I am pretty sure I've developed an ulcer from the things I've heard about you and the things I read about you. The best part is, though, that when I talk to you I don't ever get those feeling. I get a whole new set. And I could say you are substituting things that seem to fit the ( Read more... )

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In the event that I experience what I am feeling right now, I would love to drown out all of my thoughts with a nice blast of THC. However, escaping your pain and problems through drugs and alcohol is something I don't want to start doing. I hate doing what I will do, though, and that is to over-analyze everything instead of just letting things ( Read more... )

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