Jan 30, 2004 16:45
My father did not have a son, to him, and as a child, I drifted, bleeding to death from unseen savages that tore at the flesh, and gnawed on the bones. I am his blood but not his heart. Should he always remember to forget, I remain still. Broken by his long term goals.
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I complain about my car alot?
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Why did you add me? What is interesting about my journal? Can you remember stuff about all of us? For example, without looking at my journal, do you know my favorite singer or what instruments I play?
Oh and stop being so cryptic about your own life. If you get to know all out lives, how about we hear a bit about yours? Who are you? Where do you live? How old are you? Are you married, or in love, or was the love post just random deviation (though a deviation from what I dont know)? How about the near-freudian Father post, is your dad disappointed with you? Did you do something to upset him, or just drift from him?
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