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[dollhouselush]

on days like today; weekends like this weekend; months like this month; i worry. i worry that i've cheated the fates. i worry that i've pushed the limits of fantasy vs. reality. i worry, mostly, that i've got exactly what i've fucking asked for -- and that it's not what i really wanted.

it is three years, five months (shy one day) after the fact and i am wondering if it is really just me or if i've made a huge fucking mistake?