1:02 p.m. - 2009-07-29
same.
Numbers.
Its allllll about numbers. Add them up.
3.
I drank some tea and its warm in my tum. Sleep.
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Control? Of WHAT?
... See, I stop doing one thing, and then there is something else. Or, stop doing X and start doing Y. Its aweful.
These are the things she told me.
Said.
I'd rather you see my fuck up than for me to consume my fuck up.
I'd rather bleed than puke.
Point?
What do I do with that?
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