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[mysterical]

Questions lead to answers which lead to more questions and answers... and then I'm questioned when you ask me if I know you love me and I answer with an honest no. What I do feel is my own love and emotions... and how the fuck am I expected to measure love anyway? By the lul in my voice? By how well I take care of things? By the wet between my

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called an ex of mine the other day and....

[anonymous]

We talked for awhile. We're friends now I think, but it's funny because she... because she doesn't call me much. I'm kinda a blue moon kinda call unless I call her

Re: called an ex of mine the other day and....

[mysterical]

The "book giver" wants to remain anonymous so I will let them. Just like you... and I still think my favorite clown (you know the one that wants to pick me up in the ice cream truck that plays the song my heart sings) put it there. About the emotional stuff: true friends, which does include some sexual partners, care about your emotions. I think our part in helping people with their emotions is just to be a sounding board if they choose to interact with us. My clown wants to finger paint my naked body with wounds to symbolize his emotional stuff and watch me shower and bathe the paint off to teach him how to love in a sexual way again. Listen to the song...

paint wounds? clowns?

[anonymous]

You shhh-ure do hang out with some awfully strange papals. I hope you're being careful... Make-up isn't just a magical art it is also associate with war paint. Anyways. I hope you are doing well.

ts*