wow. i appreciate the creeepy stalker thing, but i think it can go on for too long, dont you kid? i just kind of assumed you'd have given up by now.

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i'm pretty into carmen electra's fit to strip right now.

new meds got me walking around like a zombie.

i'm back in newcastle, staying at my parents house until i find somewhere. i walked around today looking for empties, but i dont really think i'm up to squatting on my own.

tofu won't come out from under the bed, and i'm just lonely and messed up about dale in a different location. i'm not sure i made the right choice.

i'm not saying it's sexual. i'm just saying i like having my ass slapped.

the facts of my existence now include this: i have a mental illness. i haven’t been saying it until now, despite a close personal relationship with about three gamazillion shrinks since i was twelve, and the meds, and the breakdown, and the bouts of depression every few months since i can remember, and the hospital and being so far into anxiety ( Read more... )

the heat keeps climbing, and i'm losing my fucking mind. tofu is pregnant, and the guilt and stress of that is so much more than you'd imagine. it's my fault she's pregnant, because i didnt get her desexed before her first time in heat. i dont have the money or the stability to take care of kittens, and i cant think of anyone who'll take them.

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i can't sleep, i won't eat, my body knows i'm not okay ( Read more... )