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What is eerily unnerving is when you ask, "Why wouldn't you believe me?"
A manipulative back-handed affront-- making me doubt myself? I will, at this point, apologize. A laborious process involving the psychoanalysis of every past dream will reveal to me that you're right, I'm probably projecting because of some trust issues. I'll be better, please. Then I go to bed, imagining that perhaps because of some serendipitous series of events we would happen to fall asleep at the exact same moment; you're just snorting until sunrise.
It's hard enough competing with another woman, don't you dare even try competing with cocaine.
OH WELL!
Lesson learned.
November 9 2010, 19:48:51 UTC 1 year ago
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November 11 2010, 02:27:44 UTC 1 year ago