First, I am sorry for not writing more in this, my journal of 12 years, more often.. Some people don't realize that:
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1)I am a writer... a writer writes (or so a )

( You might think those heavy words from a pacifist.. )

This BEAUTIFUL LOVING creature was ABANDONED, on PURPOSE and here he sits, with a suitcase attached, waiting for "his family". LUCKILY this story ends well. SOOO MANY DON'T ( Read more... )

After just a couple problems instead of a couple dozen, I was thinking of closing up shope next 1st..until friends started writing me with problems...and when I asked "why didn't you ask during my post secret so others could help?!?" I was told ( Read more... )

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I took sleeping pills to try to sleep through the whole thing... Even they couldn't stop the nightmares and the violent way I have been dreaming myself into actual hysterics, just like when Jonathon died.. 21 years and 5 days before Shelby... found her way out.

( As always, her parents have everybody snowed with their lying )

( The only GOOD child of my mother's younger half sister's four children. )

( Mothers... they spend their lives protecting us... but then.. a time comes when we need to stand up for THEM!!! Just like they taught us to do when we learned right from wrong.. )

( The one they did on my neck.... )

( I am F%&KING LIVID!! )