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The only time I have on the computer and Steve has to fucking get me down. I didn't even address this entry properly.
Dear anyone who happens to care,
I am officially done with Steve. And, the boy I mentioned before? We're not going out. I am destined to never be loved. Ever. I'll die alone. In an apartment in the Village, and no one will know I died until 2-3 weeks later because I'll start to smell. And my 9 cats will have scratched me up and died along with me.
But that boy and I had a fun time conversation last night. And as long as we're still cool and he still holds me, it's all good. I just really need someone. And I know how much it sucks that I have to rely on another human being for support, but I just want it to know what it's like. I made cookies today.
The end,
Kaitty