the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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19:10 + 15.05.2007 = i gave and all i wanted was something in return. (angie aparo, not faith hill.)
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he cried.
he talked.
he shared.
after nearly a week of him being completely shut down/off... we had it out.
and i'm feeling strangely fine.
cos i don't have to assume that he's hurting as much as i am.
i can see it!
i can feel it!
i can wash my hair with the saline deluge!
and that's all that i need!
to know that i did not waste my temporary, utopichappiness; that i didn't let jericho crumble for no reason at all; that i wasn't lied to; that, etc.
...but have arrived at this conclusion:
>>he is/was acting just like i used to.<<
i'm feeling all grown-up. i wonder when that happened.
[oh. and i'm going to become a nurse practioner.]
[[and famous.]]
[[[via folkstar-dom, not advanced registered nursing.]]]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
