( she knows what lies behind it and that is the bat shit crazy which makes up brilliant novelists, serial killers, and an autobiography which would hit Oprah’s book list. None of which she wants.
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It's strange, I think, the way that I see you
not as a lover, not as a friend, and certainly not as a sister
simply put, in your despair, in your hatred, in your angst you turned into
someone to be loved.
Never in my life had I wanted reciprocation, never had I wanted
To see you love me like I love you.
Simply put

You

Are

Out

Of

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Hullo, I don't know. I don't intend to use this journal much, was told to make it so I did. I'm strange, I'm not very social, and I don't like crowds very much. That's me basically, less than interesting.

Sincerely,
Me