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Wow, has LJ mobile changed. Which feels really weird, given my personal history with the Russians & teh Fanz... :-(
I can't bear to bring my obsolete LED fans home. Then I would have to face my own personal intra mental health fire.
When I'm nerding out at Light-Up May: How Dense are Y'all? I already got it.
I keep leaving the Fanz, because I hope it's not really over, yet. Except for look at the situation--it is over. & It then becomes all I can do is not lose my mind as we go.
I do not give this relationship as much credit as I should. But here we are, living the dream! But no really, I had dreams about promoting/promoters.
But it isn't real. Nothing is real, when one of you isn't lucid. When no questions are asked, the is not curiosity...carefree = no fucks given. & You can't imagine why, when you constantly interrupt me, ask nothing of 'me,' & demand affection, I sit there, dumbfounded, pale, & frozen.
I didn't dream it. My own husband saw it, ffs. Target *was* a real person. A good person. A man that I truly loved. Far less selfish than Pip--so much more other-focused, & yet...here we are & I wish we weren't. But even Squirrel saw that he was someone worth loving. ...& now, I can't. I just flat can't. I'm just sad.
BC/RC