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I am terrified I will end up marrying someone like my father. I stopped dating for 5 years till I realized after a while you learn the difference between Holding a hand and chaining a soul. That love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security. Kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises. After he punched me, I moved here. And it was the best thing I’ve ever done for myself. Now I’m in love with the man of my dreams… who is nothing like my dad.

Posted: November 18th, 2010
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> > Once I threw up and there was a cat. >

Posted: November 17th, 2010
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Im goin home to smoke a bong load and drink a brew. Had a lo0ong day man….what is this for?

Posted: November 16th, 2010
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Tell you a story? Ok. When I was 17, I lost my virginity to a 16 year old boy who was named after the aliens (the Ashtars) that supposedly watch over Earth. He was intoxicatingly charismatic and ended up dumping me for my best friend. All of my other friends were sympathetic towards him (because they wanted to sleep with him) so I had no friends my senior year. Consequently, I moved to Maine for college and never will I live in my hometown again. That was seven years ago and I have loved and lost much worse since, but I am glad that I learned how to leave anytime I wanted to make my life better.

Posted: November 16th, 2010
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my boyfriend lives 1,838 miles from me, and i couldn’t feel any closer to another human being.

Posted: November 16th, 2010
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Im goin to Therapy.

Posted: November 15th, 2010
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pure hatred

Posted: November 14th, 2010
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There was once a little puppy named bob. He liked running. He ran into the street. Splat. My granny picked up his corpse and made delicious meatloaf that night.

Posted: November 14th, 2010
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yo, where is the hyphy

Posted: November 14th, 2010
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Whatkind of story?

Posted: November 14th, 2010
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