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I suppose it's good to feel wanted - even if it's for just one night.

Maybe I'll wake up and remember.

Last night I dreamt I was shoplifting from a bookstore. Earlier this evening, I was howling at my family, throwing tantrums and threatening suicide. I'm watching myself, as if in a documentary, spilling chocolate milk all over the floor, wailing like a seal with it's fins cut off. "I'm going to swallow thirty asprins!" or something to that affect ( Read more... )

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