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Writer's Block: Trading Spaces
If you could be another person for a day, who would it be and why?
I would be...a psychologist. I would be a psychologist so that I could listen to others' problems, and for once...not worry if I was the crazy one. Isn't it sad that I can't think of anyone more interesting to be for a day? -
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Hopefully getting Jessica's birthday present today...YAY!
Random post. Will post more later.
I love you Jessica.
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What the hell?
I'm so stupid. Why is everything so different without you?
Me. -
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Its late. I should be in bed...beside you. He cries for you, so afraid that you're going to leave. Just for a second, you leave the room, he's running...screaming, and I can't say anything. Its beautiful, but I don't know how to be you. I'll try to be someone new. Someone brand new just for you ( Read more... ) -
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I hate almost everyone, but you...you've caught me. And here I am, still worthless and stupid.
You know there's one thing that I will always be good at: fucking up.
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He is running wild, but happy this morning with Joseph's drum sticks. Chicken and a nice healthy cup of milk. I could be a good Mom right? The closest I may ever be? I don't know. I hope so. Maybe things will work out, and he won't grow up to hate and resent me, but look up to me and adore me in some way. In some way that I adore him. His tricycle ( Read more... ) -
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Oh, I got a tattoo today. Jack Skellington: head and tie. Sandy Claws grin. Right arm. Below the shoulder, above the bicep. It hurts like a sunburn, but I think it was worth it. I hope it was. I hope I don't get some disease from a tattoo parlor. I hope I don't get some disease period. I don't like diseases ( Read more... ) -
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My world has spun around in one huge circle...until everything is completely backwards, yet somehow forward again. I'm scared...I'm not sure what I'm scared of. Jessica is beautiful. Alex is beautiful. Can I do this? I feel like I can ( Read more... )
