you can't copyright a title, sorry F.ScottF. I'm not crazy about his work anyway. Like that Rabbit Running guy who made a cult out of boring white men.
split I'd say 5 to 20 hard to tell some very similar mabye same. Now I guess I'm flying above the rest of the crazies as far as grave emo and mental disorders goes.
couldn't stop myself--well, I had no motivation to try. It felt okay. Like please someone see. Odd our choice of confidant.
she saw us. that's why. I don't know why she could but she could. I don't know what it will change but I'm not scared. Trust. What I can figure out on my own is so nothing. Was so nothing.
like a rollodex.With hypnosis brought out "past" life. Did not feel authentic. this tonight did.
I've been showing a tiny slice of self to everyone. I don't know how to do otherwise. Everyone but the "short straw" or bravest self/s hid meetings. I must seem hollow.
I remember when I first got sober, I was so proud of myself for smiling and saying a few words to a gas station attendant (remember those?)
For a while I had a sense it would all collapse the moment K left and I'd be hanging over the void, shrieking on the edge of nothingness. but that got better.
I used to disdain people like me ... Aunt Pittypat.
where's my smelling salts?
Scarlet ACOA and sisters. she is family hero, SueEllen dunno, Carreen is the lost child (get the to a nunnery!
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