Enough about me for a little while; I want to talk about you. Rather, I want you to talk about you. That's right, I'm doing the Confessional Entry
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I'm afraid I'm going to end up in the suburbs telling all the other soccer moms in high waisted, side zip khakis how I used to be so bitching back in the day.
Next weekend I will fly down to Atlanta, spend Pesach with the Boy and his family, make love for three days, and then make it perfectly clear that I can't marry him. The relationship, now five years in the torturous making, will be over as we know it. I refuse to start dying little deaths until I absolutely must. Five years. There is no man on earth I love more. I wish to gd I could be in love with him, but I can't. How will we function without the constant conversation, the entangled dialogue that is Us? Oh oh oh.
i have a crush on a friend of mine and i am starting to hate him because he doesn't like me back. i think about really mean shit to do to him all the time, and i am afraid i will actually do it.
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