I live in a haunted house.
I knew that all along, but no one believed me. Especially the folks at work.
For the longest time they had me convinced I were schizo. That I was the one who devoured and left that half-pack of biscuits on my kitchen counter (fuschia-wrapped old school crumbs which I didn't and wouldn't buy), the one who left my telly
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Sincerely,
A new fan.
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:)
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What's your expeirence - more focus on the negative too?
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Don't fret too much, yeah?
She can be a little blunt.
Remember, life is what you make of it :)
My reading was more sobering than negative I'd say.
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Or.
Perhaps it's a choice you made to seek Joyce after reading my Journal, whose mumbo jumbo you chose to be upset over?
I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't overanalyze your fortune report! Overanalyzing (everything in life) will yield nothing but a joyride into depression land, alright ( ... )
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