Jan 17, 2006 22:15
My last thought before turning in for the night could have been about my child.
But you had to make it about you, make me refuse of an offer you should know better than to make.
Take a hint. She doesn't answer you for a reason. You have no concept of boundaries or space.
Leave.Me.Alone.
dead letters,
cryptic
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I hope things get better.
I'm thinking about you.
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