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[Sunday, November 11, 2007
//12:00 ] |
SO I am thinking about just pretending that I "let it slip" to my mom about Mike and I and then I'll be like "OMFG I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST SLIPPED UP LIKE THAT" and maybe it'll be like some encouragement and then we can talk about shit like we used to.
I think it was so easy to not talk to her about my sex life before because I always had other shit to talk to her about. Sex and drugs I could leave out because there were other aspects of my life.
Now. Now. Now it's only sex, haha. So we need to get talking.
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forget me.
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[Sunday, November 11, 2007
//12:19 ] |
I hate everyone right now wtf weoaijf;ewlajfelj
fuck them all.
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forget me.
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| When she falls down. |
[Sunday, November 11, 2007
//12:21 ] |
I love the fact that no one understood my Halloween costume so I got to pretend like it wasn't really a costume.
But really.
I dressed up as the girl I used to be.
Because I miss her fucking terribly.
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forget me.
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[Sunday, November 11, 2007
//12:25 ] |
It's like we're recovering and making up from a fight . . .
but we never fought.
Right?
. . . oh. Maybe we did.
Maybe I was the bitch . . . again.
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forget me.
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[Sunday, November 11, 2007
//11:32 ] |
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And her heart is weeping; this happiness is killing her.
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| Realizations with a bit of TMI, basically. |
[Sunday, November 11, 2007
//03:04 ] |
So today, after hanging out with Jill, Mikey, and Mike H. at the 'ria, I realized:
After I started fooling around with Mike G., and realized that everyone knew and everyone was okay with it (lmao), that I am so much closer to everyone I work with.
Seriously, I talk to them about so much shit now.
AMAZING.
Like Mike G. and I used to talk before we started fooling around, but after I gave him head for the first time we definitely talked about everything and anything . . . like we're best friends or something.
Funny how these things work, lmao.
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forget me.
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| I know it's not alright. |
[Sunday, November 11, 2007
//07:58 ] |
This is not who I know.
Except.
I'm not who she knows, either.
Payyyyyyybaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
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forget me.
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[Sunday, November 11, 2007
//09:16 ] |
I was a fool to think that I should stop you from undressing.
I kiss your neck,
I feel you breathing on my shoulder.
Still I'm perfect.
I falter as the music stops, and you watch me as I stall.
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forget me.
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[Sunday, November 11, 2007
//10:32 ] |
I;m such a motherfucking idiot.
why the fuck do i do this shit?
fuck me fuck me fuck me hljkyhlukh,
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forget me.
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