I hear voices in the kitchen. i'm like who the f is that? broskie? and its 11:31 at night. they never stay up and talk at the table and eat.
weird....haha. but nice.
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This is where i will pour out my heart. Because i'm scared of judgment. I will not tell anyone about this blog, unless they happen to run into it. Go ahead & read. But hopefully this can be a space i can just spill and not have to worry what someone thinks. That's why i will not promote this blog. This is for my sanity, my release, my comfort.
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