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well.. things are uh, ok?
my daughter is getting big. i adore her. when i look at her i cant believe sometimes that she actually is flesh and blood of mine. it amazes me to this day everything i went through with her in my stomach and how perfect she turned out.
i miss talking to the boy all day. but every now and then i get a few moments.
i miss my xanax. i need it back in my life. the depression and anxiety is coming back, and kicking my ass.
my daughter is getting big. i adore her. when i look at her i cant believe sometimes that she actually is flesh and blood of mine. it amazes me to this day everything i went through with her in my stomach and how perfect she turned out.
i miss talking to the boy all day. but every now and then i get a few moments.
i miss my xanax. i need it back in my life. the depression and anxiety is coming back, and kicking my ass.