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Eventually, I find a way to fuck every relationship up, be it with family, lovers, or friends.
Maybe I really do need all that therapy the government is spending a million cajillion dollars on.
Lovers is a strange word to use in an actual sentence.
Maybe I really do need all that therapy the government is spending a million cajillion dollars on.
Lovers is a strange word to use in an actual sentence.
What is with these livejournal entries that people make with like three lines maximum, wherein they write something incredibly cryptic, but in no way as cryptic as it is depressing. When I take a break from reading gay porn (just kidding, lately I've been skipping the porn--really!--in favor of angsty, long entries from people I DON'T EVEN KNOW in real life. It's really addictive. And also somewhat thrilling to know you can stop listening at any moment and nobody will care.)this is hardly what I've come to expect.
When I see a livejournal entry from one of the few people I know in real life, I expect names, dates, and GPS locations. None of this "today I saw a bird flying overhead against the gray sky. It made me think of yesterday and I burst into tears. Why are people so cruel?"
And I am going WHAT PEOPLE WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY DID SOMEBODY DIE OH MY GOD NOBODY LOVES ME ENOUGH TO TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED AND SHE THINKS HER LIFE SUCKS THAT BITCH.
Not that I'm calling you a bitch, Michelle. At least not where you can hear.
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