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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Garbage bags and a trip to Goodwill are in order

[I secretly] want a hurricane to fuck up my room so I could restart and throw a whole bunch of shit away.

[I secretly] think every teenage girl on here who talks about wanting to get pregnant or wanting to have a baby is better off keeping their secrets to themselves. You have your whole life ahead of you and even though that baby would mean everything to you, there's so much more to it.

[I secretly] have pre cervical cancer.

[I secretly] always imagine the worst. Vividly. Ex: I see an alligator and  picture my baby falling in, me screaming jumping in, crying. It's horrible and I can't control it.

[I secretly] want so much more out of life, I make myself stress thinking about it.

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