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children... names... tears... i've been seeing alot of that lately. Quiet souls, the kind that always do their work, help clean up and say sweet things to their teachers like, "Mr. Rondinelli your room is starting to look a lot more organized, did you spring clean?"
My anxiety has been rising lately. had trouble sleeping, my medicine took its sweet time being delivered to my house. i had the flue all weekend. i also had a very stupid gay accident. I was trimming hair you know where, and snip with the scissors... i almost lost one of my marbles. its amazing how creative you have to be to tell a story on a school computer. thus i'm rendered to wable with a big patch on my package. NOT FUN, especially with a cold in sweaty summer weather.
i cant wait until the FGL's have their retreat. Some of my house mates will be gone and then i can breath for a minute. I need that, my love for them strangles me sometimes.
My anxiety has been rising lately. had trouble sleeping, my medicine took its sweet time being delivered to my house. i had the flue all weekend. i also had a very stupid gay accident. I was trimming hair you know where, and snip with the scissors... i almost lost one of my marbles. its amazing how creative you have to be to tell a story on a school computer. thus i'm rendered to wable with a big patch on my package. NOT FUN, especially with a cold in sweaty summer weather.
i cant wait until the FGL's have their retreat. Some of my house mates will be gone and then i can breath for a minute. I need that, my love for them strangles me sometimes.