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About me

I am great.

Fuck you, Mulloy


That’s all. Just fuck you. I wish I hadn’t of held back and instead told you what I really think about you.

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And again


Didn’t even have the balls to talk to me face-to-face. He puts it all on me like it was my choice. Like I wanted it this way. He said he loved me. He does not love me. What a fucking … Continue reading

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Oh the hell with it


The whole mess. They’ll sort it out now.

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Wine and other times past


Old post. He thinks in shadows. There are days that I spend wiping clean the messes I make. There are days that flash, over and over and over, in my head and in my heart that go on forever, stomach … Continue reading

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Favorites


My two boys. One seven, one almost three months. Smiles from strangers. Making you laugh. Odd bursts of affection: giving and receiving. Secret compliments. Roundness. Knowledge. Knowing the answers to questions. My career. My mother, my sister, my nieces and … Continue reading

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Hey


You did that thing again. Keep breaking promises. No one’s keeping track but you. But we know, don’t we? You think because you pressure them into saying things it’s sincere? They just want you to shut up. So shut the … Continue reading

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Giving up


I didn’t. But you just did.

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