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Stuff Tuesday, Feb. 24, 2004 - 1:20 am ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I just want to cry and cry. I hate that Live Journal entry I just wrote. But I feel cowardly if I don't post it. Some part of me knows I need to post it. Oh but I'm embarrassed. I feel like beggin people to listen to me. But then it's not safe. I dont' feel safe. I feel so tired. I feel so lost. I feel like no one will understand. I feel like I will be judged, harshly. And incorrectly. I feel like people are very small sometimes. It was so good to see people today. Last week I saw Stuart an awful lot, and it was lovely. At this bar evening thing a bunch of us went to, he and I were downright snuggly. It was so nice and cozy and comforting. How I love that man. I hope he comes to our Martes Gordo thing tomorrow, and we have another opportunity to be snuggly. I feel hateful and angry. I've got to get this poison out of me. I hope this Genevieve acupuncturist herbalist lady can help me. Really really.
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