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Thursday, November 03, 2005
Attack of the Emotional Junkie
She's giddy with happiness, intoxicated with love. She's safe in your arms, and she hopes you won't let go, ever.

Yet...

Yet...

There are the scars from the past. She knows that you're different, she really does. She doesn't want to feel like that, but sometimes, she's afraid that she's just not good enough. Shit. She's turning into emotional, self-pitying crap. wtf. Ugh.

I really don't want to screw up.

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I thrive on temporary highs.
Neurosis is my middle name.



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