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[kickbackkid]

Sometimes I'm still torn up by my ex. And when I say sometimes I mean I have no idea who I am. And when I say my ex, I mean the last one who ever knew me for who I was. And what an ass they all must think I am. And fuck what a different girl I am. Insecure and anxious. Modest and polite. I'm scared to hurt anyone else, and I build these walls

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[revisagoodrev]

You know who you are. It just takes getting used to for, oh... you're whole life. :)

I'm glad you're not the same, yet there's part of me that hopes that the real you hasn't changed.

Call me. Soon.

[strongchad]

You're never completely the same from yesterday and you won't be the same tomorrow anyway. Who you were, who you are and who you will be is all fluid anyway. They'll always know that part of you and its not like it ever goes completely away. A catepillar is still keeps something from being a catepillar even after it turns into a butterfly. And they can know things about you that you don't know and they can never know some things about you either especially since you can't ever know some things about yourself anyway.

So whatcha up to these days besides brooding? Going to the gathering? Haven't heard from ya in a bit.