it is, like, an hour later... i can't stop myself. i need people to talk to, write to, i need words out of me. do you realize i sent a pic of me in my underwear to an old friend? that's how out-of-control i was last night. ho-ly crap. and i don't even care. for this mood i am in...any price was already paid, and paid off. this morning---i did
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