As of today, this journal is closed. Someone still reads it with whom i want no further contact. Ever. I dont want to hear from them, I dont want to think about them, and i dont want to censor what i say to my friends for fear that they may read it. As far as i'm concerned they can drop dead.
#1. I am going back to church on Sunday. I finally feel like i've found somewhere good - i shall wait and see what it's really like during a service on Sunday. I have been wanting to return for a few months now, but this week has really kicked me hard into understanding, and it is now no lnger optional
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Michael was one of my best friends from University. He was one of the few people who understood when i walked away from Christianity and became a pagan. He was on the search himself, alhtough his took him the other way
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"Bother," said Pooh, "Eeyore, ready two photon torpedoes and lock phasers on the Heffalump. Piglet, meet me in transporter room three. Christopher Robin, you have the bridge
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