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I have never been better. Isn't that somethin'?
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Alone in Brooklyn. Alone in St. Mark's Place. Alone in the Village ( Read more... ) -
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Needn't worry about tomorrow anymore, because you're dead ( Read more... ) -
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I feel like a lost kitten, always looking for somewhere to belong. And the easiest place to belong is to someone. And I settle in fast, and I make myself comfortable and I do my thing and it becomes our thing and then before you know it three or four years go by and then we are done ( Read more... ) -
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Steve is like the scene from Die Hard where John McClane digs his feet into the carpet for relief.
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I get home from work or a friends or school and I find more of my stuff missing or in garbage cans. Today I came home and found my skate gear in a garbage can in the garage.
I've always felt unwanted here, and I've never felt more so than lately. I could smell the beer on my mom Sunday as she explained to me that she went through my drawers and ( Read more... ) -
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Whatever I do it will never be enough to keep a dude happy or keep one around. I just have this heavy sense of inadequecy. Sorry to dissapoint. -
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I'm literally just sitting here crying. I don't want to be anxious and overeat anymore. I have no one to blame but myself. I have gained fifteen pounds since I started dating Steve. I've never had a problem losing weight before and the only possible explanation is that I'm just not trying hard enough.
The ratio of effort to reward.
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I'm going to calm down and write this livejournal entry.
I'm sorry for the things I say when I'm drunk. I'm sorry for getting that drunk. I don't know how I got that drunk. I don't know what happened when I was that drunk. But I know I was throwing up still at 7pm the next day. I don't remember anything except screaming, a lot of screaming and Steve's arms around me and Caitlin J's voice ( Read more... )