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Not that I'm all that interesting, but uh, if you're going to be hanging out over here then make an account. It's kind of how the whole deal works. You read mine, I read yours. Then fluffy bunnies and kitties hug each other at the end of the day. Beautiful.
Its kind of flattering that you keep coming back, if not somewhat masochistic. My life is boring. There are about four people that still read this journal, and I suspect that its because my journal is still intertwined with the other neat stuff they actually like to read. Maybe they feel theres something rewarding in reading about another person's trainwreck of a life. You can't help but stare and chuckle a little bit, and then be glad it isn't your life.