gesh. lol.
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dear my fuckin diary
email me at mediaryomg@yahoo.com
My medical issues are making it hard for me to have a normal sex life. But it’s gotten to the point now that even when I can have sex, I don’t want to. I’ve never lacked a sex drive and it’s freaking me out.
Tell me about it.
Even klonopin can’t fix that shit.
I wish for the day when everything is normal. Wonderful. Pretty. Less financially stressful and less lonely even when everyone is around me.
I wish for a day that never existed, and probably won’t ever.
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And who doesn’t? I just wish my issues didn’t have needs. Dreams that’re too big for me right now. Bitchassness went out a bought a new car after claiming he can no longer help out because he got 60 lbs. overweight in 6 months and wondered why he wasn’t getting fucked. Go figure. Even the nice ones do stupid shit.
And asshole is too young to realize how much of a man he’d have to be to make this work. He needs a contract chart from his mother to remind him to do his… (wait for it) chores? OMFG. I’m pushing 30 I really don’t need this shit.
I’m seriously considering moving away. Like gone. Like taking what I can save in the next 6 months and disappearing. {end rant}
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the shit about moving on is… you usually don’t.
o that and he really loves her. not me, her.
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dear my frustrated mind-fucked overly worked can’t find a job with 2.5 degree havin immensely tired and impossibly miserable ass woe is me on my fuckin diary havin a panic attack about having a panic attack about all of the mistakes i made in the last year and then… still nothing, dear my fucking diary,
I’m still nothing.
i’m not happy at all. I can write and read all day now and I’m still not happy. I have two people that love me immensely, still not happy. Very few friends, very pretty home. Lots of gorgeous wants. All needs met. Healthy family members— excluding myself, of course. Still in suffering. Still venting. Still feel like disappearing to some place far away… and still hoping to get swept off my feet by a Prince or a dream job like so many people actually have, like, yah— it does happen bitch— just not for you.
Maybe daddy was right and I should’ve been that miserable lawyer, or had that baby for my abusive rich x. Money sure would solve a lot of fuckin problems right now.
HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? TELL ME WHEN YOU THINK WE CROSSED THE LINE.
ah well. Ye. you’ve outdone yourself. love everything…
whyever does this remind me of my x fiance.
I’ll probably love that man forever. Even though he married someone else.
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