I'm not ready to talk about it with most people yet. I'm not sure I will ever be able to blog about it. Let's suffice it to say that you can't pick your family, and sometimes they make your life hell. I light of this, all my cutesy little stories about boys, and dating, and not-dating seem silly and pointless.
So, if you were wondering where I've been and have been missing my neurotic posts, I apologize. I even had stuff to blog about, like a brand new creepy stalker man, but I just can't right now. I don't have it in me.
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Ugh. My family brings me little to no joy. Other families, yes. Lots. Mine, not so much. I think I know what you mean about perspective. The only person who can make me sob and hyperventilate is my mother. It's like she reaches into my chest and shakes my heart around like one of those snow globes and all hell breaks loose in total, utter, encapsulated silence. She's coming to visit this week. I'm scared.
Every time I see a new post on your blog I get a little happiness jolt. I'm sorry to see things have been hard on your end. Just know you've got fans out here pulling for you. I feel like I'm going through the same sort of issues on this end, only with boy parts. Here's to us...
Mark
I'm so sorry that you have to deal with all of this crap...and again for that matter. Know that should use us, your friends, your blogger buddies, all of us, to support you too. You aren't alone.
I'm so sorry that you have to deal with all of this crap...and again for that matter. Know that should use us, your friends, your blogger buddies, all of us, to support you too. You aren't alone.
Hi sweety i'm sorry. Families tend to do that. You know we never choose them, we can only choose our friends ( that doesnt work that well either )
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