i don't ever know what i'm saying, really. it's like this big string that's been pulled out from my back and is slowly reeling itself back in. i only get one shot.
that was just way too much.
things are going well. i'm happy to be talking again. so happy. the pit stop ends soon.
12.03.2002
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