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I feel like writing.

People come and go your entire life. There is no stopping it. There is no way to predict what will happen tomorrow. I hear it in a song or get the message from a film or a conversation with a friend. Things aren't as bad as I make them out to be. Nothing is that dramatic and life-changing. I like the...
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So I'm trying to invite people over so I can make them food. They don't seem too eager to join me in some Springtime grillin' fun. I feel like my gusto to have fun and be with (or make better) friends is too whimsical for anyone to take seriously. It all feels pretty forced. And I bought all the food and everything. This is the...
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I must have relationship issues. I haven't seen J. in two days and I'm having extreme anxiety already. Why do I do this to myself? Worry too much.

Spent some time with my dear friend Amanda and her bub last night. Champagne and cigarettes kept me company mostly however. I have third wheel syndrome. She did send me photos of my lovely birdies, so excited....
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Its 12:28 am and I'm sitting with my best cat friend on my lap, watching the second season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Normally I think I would be forlorn that I have no plans and no one to hang out with (I need a roommate, badly). Things are weird with the boy (when aren't they) and instead of freaking myself out, I am going...
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Friends, what does one do to not dwell on regret?

That is, besides three rum and cokes?

Just curious.
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Round three!

Back in bidness. And my profile, which is so obviously vital smile , won't save for me.

I missed you Suicide Girls.
bradleyoliver:
bidness!!!!!