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[untalented69]

Kate logged into MSN while I was online yesterday. I felt absolutely no desire to talk to her. It's odd that I can't stand the thought of it now. I would have thought that someone who once meant so much to me would still at least have a part in my life. So many people don't now. I know that part of that is isolation, the fact I live here. If I was

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brains

[fullbore_bitch]

but you will always have the brains to make the choices in life and be able to acheive. Dont worry about that now matthew, I believe in you :) x

[kelda_]

Everyone feels superfulous (good word!) at some point in their lives, the fact that you can manage without these people is a credit to you. Not seeing people is sometimes good for you, forces you to think and slows everything down a bit.

[poidance]

liek that song went
"things can opnly get better"
[supposidly anyway]
well if you become that desperate
i'm always here!

[the_stilletos]

yes but matt, those few friends that you do have love you very very much x
remember blondie and a double cheeseburger? i always will! x x

A message from Adrian Mole!!

[kelda_]

Longing for Wolverhampton by Adrienne Storme

Jason Westmoreland's copper-flecked eyes glanced cynically around the terrace. He was sick of Capri and longed for Wolverhampton.

He flexed his remaining fingers and examined them critically. The accident with the chain saw had ended his brilliant career in electronics. His days were now devoid of
microchips. There was a yawning chasm in his life. He had tried to fill it with travel and self-gratification but nothing could blot out the memories he had of Gardenia Fetherington, the virginal plastic surgeon at St Bupa's in Wolverhampton.

Jason brooded, blindly blinking back big blurry tears....