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just today i recieved a reply from the letters i sent out to a girl i fucked over while in this institution a few years ago. pleasantly surprised to hear she feels the same way about the place hopefully manning a revolt will come up in conversation. oh yes i'm goign ot do my best to stay in touch with this one. she was so great to me there, before i became a tool, and thank god she didnt lose herself once seh got out.

speaking of it still perplexes em why i dont have any friends. and i'm not being melodramtic i really dont know anyone and if i met someone i turn them off prety quickly. i've always said my persaonality would be perfect for this and that crowd but i never quite fit in. sometiem sit gets me down usually not as bad as a few hours ago but

so the big looming was hanging right in front of me on the way to therapy. after a few minutes in the car i could literally feel my head becoming engulfed in this mist adn fog of the question i'd hate to be asked (because then i'd answer). but no need to worry our therapy sessions are much more about small talk adn blubbering then gettign to the root of things.

all the pain of tomorrw rest in my mid-section. i've always been impressed by the size of my trunk.

first day of intentionally not smoking since starting up again in jan. lets see if i can make it beyond a week short of two years

why cant i change my pics