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There's a light outside that shines, illuminating my room, just outside the window. No, its not that guiding light, or Santa Clause's sleigh or some other stupid, rhetorical, fictitious vison or metaphor. It's an actual helicopter landing outside on the helicopter pad just a way out my window. I'm really here. I'm in the hospital. I've been here two weeks, but I'm sure my buddy coming in on the helicopter will be here longer and will probably hurt more than I do.
Hey guys, I'm stephanie and I'm a writer. I used to write a whole lot, then i took lots of drugs, became cold and complacent, then I dislodged myself from the entire world, then i started speaking rhetorically to myself for the sheer amusement of it. I had someone to laugh at me, me. Now I have an open diary for that purpose. And now I write again.
I'm here in this pain management facilty. I've decided what I want to do with my life. Unfortunately, I have to finish my junior year before going to medical school. I havent done shit in 4 weeks cept had my life turned around. I feel the same with or without the mewhy ds. I'm going to have chronic pain for the rest of my life.
I'm clever, sharp as a tack, "if I were any younger, I'd sweep you off your feet." I amused the hell out of both my parents this afternoon. I'm Stephus. Or n00dles. hsahahahahahahahahahahaha. fuck me, I suck. By the way I like my parents. :)
I like Justin too. He's my roommates son. Momma did a good job. I didnt put on any makeup and all meh clothez b dirtay. its the end of the week, so everything is okay.
I met dustin.
So yes, you guys assumed correctly. I'm going to talk about the same things over and over again.
Well.. I tried. I used to be a writer. I could do so much more with this.