Thoughts of Late

  • I’m going tomorrow.  I’m still afraid.  I don’t know why I’m going.  I don’t know what to expect.  I don’t even know how I want it to turn out.  The unknown scares the crap out of me.
  • We smile, nod, and pretend – yes, it’s unfortunate that we have to be that fake.
  • Be thankful I’m not anorexic.

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  1. Check it out and tell me all about it.

    I like girls with some meat :)

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