December 2010
23 posts
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things fall apart
but things come back together.
I swore that I lost hope in being friends with him again.
I swore to myself that things would never get better.
they are, they really are.
things are going to be okay.
things are going to be okay.
my boyfriend and I
have too much sex, I think.
I don’t know anymore, what’s normal.