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Sunday night…11:45pm…the children are tucked in…your husband is sleeping. You sit in your living room with nothing except for a vast twilight of darkness surrounding your impotent body. You think of what you’ve done with your life. Nothing. Nothing like the darkness surrounding you. Nothing like when your mindless children say that they love you.
11:50pm on a Sunday night…children are tucked in…husband is asleep. You sit in pitch black darkness wondering what you’ve done with your life…
I ask you one question:
This journal is FRIENDS ONLY. I’m not a picky person, comment and I’ll most likely add you unless I find that you
--Are an icon stealer with no sense of imagination.
--Are narrow minded.
--Talk trash about other people’s opinions.
--Are racist, homophobic, etc.
--Don’t update and/or comment.
I like attitude. If you have attitude, please comment. :)
11:50pm on a Sunday night…children are tucked in…husband is asleep. You sit in pitch black darkness wondering what you’ve done with your life…
I ask you one question:
This journal is FRIENDS ONLY. I’m not a picky person, comment and I’ll most likely add you unless I find that you
--Are an icon stealer with no sense of imagination.
--Are narrow minded.
--Talk trash about other people’s opinions.
--Are racist, homophobic, etc.
--Don’t update and/or comment.
I like attitude. If you have attitude, please comment. :)