The one with the irritation that I named all my entries with that format.
I miss this place. This lawless awful place where we were all mad here. All angry here. I could unburden and the worst is that awful lovely people would know I was also awful. I don't have an online venue now. No faceless lovely place. No place I was me. If I lost my junk now, it'd be on facebook with my terrible judgmental family praying for my
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Even now, some... what, 15 years later? when I get bored, I open a new browser tab and type in breakfast11 without even realising.
He and I live in the same city and haven't seen each other for roughly the same timeframe.
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