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"you'd think i'd feel brittle too, being such a bitter angry bitch. but i felt nothing, really. nothing at all. just the sense that the circle i kept small was now even smaller. it was really no surprise that they caved in to love so easily; maybe they could be saved that easily. but not me. never me."
this journal is locked.
i'm sick of having people on my list with access to my personal life that do not care nor do read or comment. I/M me to be considered for addition to my friends list.