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So right.
Sean was looking at my journal, his mother found it.
How's the story go?
Print it off.
FUCK ME OVER.
This is my personal life.
Not your's.
Not your son's.
not anymore.
I just want to cry.
How can my most treasured thoughts be kept my own when someone is trying to break them apart?
I hate this.
I fucking hate it.
Sean was looking at my journal, his mother found it.
How's the story go?
Print it off.
FUCK ME OVER.
This is my personal life.
Not your's.
Not your son's.
not anymore.
I just want to cry.
How can my most treasured thoughts be kept my own when someone is trying to break them apart?
I hate this.
I fucking hate it.