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Originally Posted by StressedMess
5 pages! Is there a sliver of space left on the couch that I can wedge my bulk into?
Gratuitous day off tomorrow, have to take my truck to the shop. Oh how it galls me to admit defeat, but I can't fix it or find anyone who will fix it for me. Grrrrr.
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(Scoots over and pats the cushion) Welcome to the couch!
(The new couch)
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There are so many things wrong with me, and sometimes I believe there is more than what is diagnosed. I fear never healing, being left alone to crawl this heartless, cruel world. I hate myself so much, and sometimes, as much as I hate them, all I really want is a heartfelt hug. Will I ever make it through this thing called life? Or will I drown in the darkest depths of the ocean? Only time can tell. As for now, I just hide and I fear. This is, and will always be my life. 
Last edited by DarknessForever; May 09, 2016 at 07:24 PM.
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