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i write habitually as a way to verbalize my far too complex thoughts which are always in a web of words, tightly woven in fabric of sentences that complicate life unnessarily.

speak my thoughts.
Saturday, November 24, 2007 11/24/2007 01:32:00 PM The end of the weekend seemed to have awakened everyone's libido, perhaps beacuse of everything that had been said about it, that it might just be the end of the world, that a bitchfight was bound to break out, that all the computers in the world were going to crash. People were afraid, and wanted to live their last hours fulfilling their wildest dreams.

He supports me and say yes to everything i say, in order to make me feel good. Not even the people i once loved; my family or even my closest friends could fulfill my happiness. Perhaps he thinks he's part of a very strange psychoanalysis. i know he does it with good intentions, and tells me i can always count on him. i rather not rely on anyone else but myself.

I have a very special relationship with my bathroom. it's where i can get rid of all that's still weighing on me psychologically, and sometimes physically too. Everything flows and gets flushed away; it's just a question of pulling the chain.

i don't feel sorry about anything. In fact, if i had to live it all again, i would probably do exactly the same. It may be hard to admit, and may seem strange to a lot of people, but the time i spent in Dempsey gave me some happiest moments in my life, simply because it was there i met loverville, and there i found the new woman i am today. i feel as though i'm changing my skin every day, like snakes do at different seasons. My skins now is much easier to bear any pain, consequences and more impermeable to everything around me.