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A - i am not only talking to my mom, i am hanging out with her and we are actually TALKING, not just, you know, talking. yay!
B - i have lost over 40 pounds in the last little while. i don't know exactly how much, but right now i am wearing 30 inch waisted jeans, and they fit me perfectly. but my ribs poke, and my hips are pointy, and my ass has zero cushioning anymore. i'm getting kinda scared, but it's nothing i can't handle... i hope.
C - kyle refuses to give me my stuff. he keeps changing his mind and his story. he says i can have my things if i treat him with respect and dignity, but his definition of that is to go with him and pretty much act as though nothing is wrong. to just sit with him and put my head on his shoulder and watch a movie. to smile and hug him and be the sweet girl he always wanted me to be. i can't do it. he doesn't seem to care. he told me he would burn my poetry, and then in the same converstion he told me he would never hurt my property, but he changed back and forth between the two repeatedly. he told me i will get my things, but on his time, so don't call him and he won't call me until my stuff is ready, but then he called and told me roger was on the other line wanting to talk to me. he had called roger. i am getting quite frustrated with him. i called him i think yesterday morning and told him that he should do what he was going to do with my stuff, but do it that day, cause i'm calling the police today to escort me over there and retrieve my shit. i dunno if i want to do that, but i probably should and will. i need my clothes, and i really want my poetry. he has almost all of it. that pisses me off to no end. and then he brought a boxfull of my stuff to my mom's house and threw it all over her yard, screaming and throwing a fit, according to the neighbors. i just want to get this over with. is that too much to ask?
B - i have lost over 40 pounds in the last little while. i don't know exactly how much, but right now i am wearing 30 inch waisted jeans, and they fit me perfectly. but my ribs poke, and my hips are pointy, and my ass has zero cushioning anymore. i'm getting kinda scared, but it's nothing i can't handle... i hope.
C - kyle refuses to give me my stuff. he keeps changing his mind and his story. he says i can have my things if i treat him with respect and dignity, but his definition of that is to go with him and pretty much act as though nothing is wrong. to just sit with him and put my head on his shoulder and watch a movie. to smile and hug him and be the sweet girl he always wanted me to be. i can't do it. he doesn't seem to care. he told me he would burn my poetry, and then in the same converstion he told me he would never hurt my property, but he changed back and forth between the two repeatedly. he told me i will get my things, but on his time, so don't call him and he won't call me until my stuff is ready, but then he called and told me roger was on the other line wanting to talk to me. he had called roger. i am getting quite frustrated with him. i called him i think yesterday morning and told him that he should do what he was going to do with my stuff, but do it that day, cause i'm calling the police today to escort me over there and retrieve my shit. i dunno if i want to do that, but i probably should and will. i need my clothes, and i really want my poetry. he has almost all of it. that pisses me off to no end. and then he brought a boxfull of my stuff to my mom's house and threw it all over her yard, screaming and throwing a fit, according to the neighbors. i just want to get this over with. is that too much to ask?