don't want to hear about it every single one's got a story to tell
Yeah. I can't even tell you. It's been...I don't know what. My life is confusing right now. And you know how you get like, really low, self-esteem-wise, and you don't want to inflict yourse.f on]p anyfuckingone? except when you like, let it all explode. n stuff. sorry bad migraine trouble seeing straight.
posted by itgirl at 10:39 PM
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I know what you mean and I'm sorry. I say, it's your blog, and you can say whatever the hell you want.
I'm pretty glum too right now. I'm ready to go get drunk and feel sorry for myself, but I have to try to keep up a good front at home.
I've been there more times than I care to admit :) I'd tell you to hang in there, but sometimes you just have to wallow in it a bit.
There, there. I pat your wrist and say "Bless your heart," in that somewhat patronizing but somehow still comforting southern way. How do these southern ladies pull that off? I have a feeling I'm failing here.
get over it you fucking sad sack.
It's been a rather shitty week all around.
It's your blog, so it's your decision on what to share.
Hope you kick that migraine in the ass. :)
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