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Missing you.
I remember how desperately I would arrive, pouring my feelings - my deepest most intimate feelings into this journal. I remember how good it felt to be totally transparent to this anonymous abyss of broken people. It was something about thinking it possible that someone out there may stumble across my thoughts and find them interesting ( Read more... ) -
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This morning began with a conversation about events in the past, not my past, just the past. Things were said that hadn't before been said. I learned somethings that I didn't know, didn't know about him. Regardless ( Read more... ) -
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Anna and I (after driving all the way to her house in Livonia to pick her and her obnoxious daughter up) go my sisters house to see if she is there...before we go to the police station to file a missing persons report. Its been over 48 hours at this point, no word from her ( Read more... ) -
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Oh...so what I was getting at is that it is now after midnight and been well over 24 hours since we have heard from her. So what now? Anna is asking me if she should call the police. I have no idea what to do.
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MY SISTER
I don't know whether to be completely pissed off or hysterical and searching for her.
Here is the LONG story:
I get a message on my voicemail at work on Tuesday...
"Hey Jess, it's me, you know...your sister, remember me? I haven't talked to you in forever. I just wanted to see how you are doing...so uh, if you feel like it...give me a call. ( Read more... ) -
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Again my heart sits in a puddle, bleeding in a mess of its own excrement ( Read more... ) -
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"I sometimes want to die"
