i don't know what is the matter with me. maybe it's because i'm hurting and, as we all know, this doll doesn't always take off her grump face after a long night of layawake frying and things of that nature. in fact, it must be a full moon. no. i think what began as me feeling like a piece of shit just started snowballing. it was like one bomb after the other. kablam! don't touch him...kablam! don't kiss him...kablam! he's kissing another girl right now. but, and i do protest i did nothing short of my best; however, it is not at all uncommon for ladies, like myself, to know exactly when to leave. and so i did. i don't know what kills me more - the people around me or lack thereof. or maybe it's the fact that i can't even say one word without being completely ignored. as if what i have to say matters not at all - they've heard everything i've had to say before i say it. i don't know what it is. i could probably drown now and not give one care in the whole blue sky. but, for now, this doll has some tricks up her sleeve and some other kitty cats to play with so...i suppose i'll go work on that one.
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