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Last night for the first time in about 9 months i cried. I've been really fed up with a lot of things lately. I drove home with the windows down on A1A bursting my eardrums with my favorite song, singing at the top of my lungs. I honsetly know Christin will always be in my life. Whenever I'm feeling like shit (like yesterday) she can say anything or just welcome me to her back porch and i just want to crawl inside her because she's there and i love her. When i got home i layed in bed for an hour waiting for something to happen to tell me that i'm horribly wrong, but it never did. There are about 10 different things i'm talking about in this journal entry so if you think it's about you, you probably contributed. Anyway when people really surprise me i get overwhelmed because i feel out of it when i can't predict whats going to happen with them. I hate liars. I can't stand the fact that there are some of you out there that want to ruin other people's fun when it isn't harming you at all.I hate that you haven't even tried to contact me since you've been out of this country, and i'm feeling completely over you.
I want to go shopping.
I want to cook dinner.
I want to eat chocolate cake.
I want to be a fucking stereotypical 40's woman.
I can't stand the fact that i can cry at the drop of a hat.
That's all.
I want to go shopping.
I want to cook dinner.
I want to eat chocolate cake.
I want to be a fucking stereotypical 40's woman.
I can't stand the fact that i can cry at the drop of a hat.
That's all.