My last journal entry. For real. I need a place to live and I think I am finally ready to commit to someone who would commit to me. If mr. right reads this, My psychotica has run its course and because of a person who stuck their hand down my throat to remove pills, and drove me to somewhere to sew me up... I am FINALLY for once living for myself.
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One of these things is not like the other...
~one of "those people"...drr drr drr
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