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I'm starting to realize that when I don't keep myself super busy I tend to go into a depressive pitiful, no body loves me phase.
Guess, I'll reclaim this blog, since none of the people who super piss me off read this.
So, I'm told that when pissed, we should write about HAPPY things. Okay.
Me: blah blah blah I've got issues blah blah blah
Vince : well, I can't fix you, but I can love you.
Yes, my boyfriend can be the densest person in the world, but he's so gosh darn sweet sometimes. Ugh. Smitten anyone?