.i must have been five years old, when IT happened. just minding my own business on the toilet; feet barely touching the ground, trying not to miss. you know, your average, run of the mill, "i gotta make B.M.'s" story, AND then there He was.
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love
jessica
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love again
jessica
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:.perry.:
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For me it was (strangley enough) the toothfairy. Thank God we can all grow up and discover the traumas cruelly inflicted unwittingly upon us, recover from newly discovered victimization, rise up, and sue the mother fuckers for all they're worth! whose living in a house of teeth now, bitch!?!
...heh
excuse my explitives. ;^)
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the explitives are ok in this case for making your point. no problem at all. as for punctuation...tsk tsk tsk, heather!! heh, kidding.
as you can see i don't wish to capitalize anything, i think it brings a uniqueness to the journal by not doing so.
haven't talked to you in some while...how goes it?
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i guess im just in a confused place.
and im feeling rather lonley....stranded out here...
but then again all of my worries may just be symptoms of illness, which does tend to make me a tad over dramatic :^)
you know, we never did get to talking over im.
did i give you my sn?
anyhow, how's life on your end of things?
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