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Oct 09, 2006 18:05

T quit his job, which means the baby won't have insurance after October. I might have to apply for state insurance since the diner doesn't offer any. I have no privacy here and it's starting to get to me. I'm a horrible mother. I'm tired all of the time. I'm lonely. I'm fat. I'm in need of therapy again.

At least this pizza is good.
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