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I'm tired was written at 26 Apr 07 - 23:40 |
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I'm tired was written at 26 Apr 07 - 23:40 |
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I love my boyfriend, but I can't trust him. I know the consequences of saying that, because I knew this kid I grew up with... I never heard of his personal shit from him, directly. His mother and my were best friends, so it's pretty-much a direct line. He was heartbroken because their last argument was that he asked "Can you trust me?" and she went "No". And that was it, and he was apparently as devistated as I was after Josh, or more realistically, David. I have his sis buddy linked on my myspace friends for the technically inclined out there (stalkers *cough*). Drunk off my ass, is right. But, right now I'm on the rag and feel like burning everything in my life to ashes and disappearing and making an astranged life for me in California as a crack-ho, minus the "ho" part. I'd use my brain instead and hold sound sociological arguments with rich people for money. One can dream, one can dream when there's nothing else, right? One can dream as a semi-recovered addict/newly recovered addict, who's seen both sides of the track, who will know damn well that this thought/entry has an 89% chance of being deleted in a couple days, by my own sober wishes. I hate being a woman knowing the deepest inner thoughts of men. Their genes are contrary to society norms of monogamy, and loyalty. It's stressful for a woman to think differently. I don't have the energy. There's so much I want to say but can't.
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