nnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaghhhh
It is nine in the morning and I am drunk from crying.
I never noticed that before.
It feels like the step between well and truly apocalyptically blitzed and horribly hung over.
Crying too hard.
Wish I could stop. Wish the idea of spending a week on a beach in Delaware with my father's side of the family didn't make me. Don't quite know why it does.
I never noticed that before.
It feels like the step between well and truly apocalyptically blitzed and horribly hung over.
Crying too hard.
Wish I could stop. Wish the idea of spending a week on a beach in Delaware with my father's side of the family didn't make me. Don't quite know why it does.
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Love you, hon.
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gg
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gg
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And as for the 'why,' I think that discussion about social antisocial-ness kinda answers it.
*hug*
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You know how I feel about that, too. Dont let the man (or in this case, the family) get you down! You'll be alright, just find somewhere to hide with a book or the phone.
And call if you want a distraction from the Familyness.
If you're already gone, I trust someone will get you the message. :)
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And take the books with you on your trip.