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Female, 18-29
Tampichoe City , Western US

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Occupation: Professional Shithead
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
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Fav. Movie: Grease 2
Fav. TV Show: Documentary Now!
Fav. Book: Nothing by Jane Teller / House Of Leaves
Fav. Song: Hit a Muthafucka Three 6 Mafia
Fav. Food: Spam Musbi / Caprese Sandwich
Fav. Car: Orange Cavalier
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Was insane, am no longer mentally ill, was fixed thx - Mood:Overwhelmed
Wednesday December 29 202111:42:23 AM |
Haven't been able to play on my switch or ds or gameboy basically since the start of December. Ive just been prepping for the holidays. I was still going to Christmas parties until Sunday and it was actually less than half the parties we used to go pre-covid.

Anyways I think I was sick? Or I ate something bad because my mom was throwing up too, I chalked it up to my period but it was a lot of puke for period puke. My back hurt so bad it was terrible oh my god.

During the 12 hours that I was trying not to puke I had a fever dream. Aaron Gordon lived with my but bought a ton of lunch meat, basically anytime he left the house he bought lunch meat, I could never eat all of it before it went bad.

Need to clean my room its been a month. Ive just been so busy :/

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Sorry that I keep posting about my dreams here - Mood:Good
Tuesday November 23 202112:51:26 PM |
Had to write about this dream I had last night.

My dad came to talk to me at my mothers house, I was fifteen years old again. He had the knew big black truck he has now, parked at the dead end in an impossible angle.

I watch myself walk out my mothers door, down the drive and to my dads car. These days I feel closer to him, so I would have climbed onto the car somehow, maybe jumped through the open window. 15 year old dream me doesn't even go into the street, she stands on the sidewalk and is as straight as a snake between two nails.

I can hear him yelling at her. I can't see her face, I want think she's betraying nothing, she has a lot more control than me.

I look away, to the familiar yards of my neighbors. When I turn back to my younger self and father, his intestines, brain, and heart are on the cracked cement of the street.

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