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Yep

15 years ago, we were worried about people from the internet finding us in real life. Now, we are worried about people from real life finding us on the internet.

Sounds about right

The fact that there’s a highway to Hell but only a stairway to Heaven says a lot about the anticipated traffic volume.

I scrolled for an explanation and found none

I’m so confused and scared.

I will be waiting

For once, I don’t want you to read my blog. For once, I don’t want your excuses. For once, I want my plan to hit you in the stomach from right field to knock you on your feet, so you know, I’m done with your shit.

And I’m done with yours

I wasn’t the one that started all of it. Seriously I wasn’t. I’m still reeling. You aren’t preventing. No one knows me here, there are no fb friends. There is no one here. No one. I find some solace here. Some. I want you to love me, to show me you love me as much as I saw you did her. As much as you did before when you actually pursued me.

What about what I want

For once, I don’t want you to read my blog. For once, I don’t want your excuses. For once, I want my plan to hit you in the stomach from right field to knock you on your feet, so you know, I’m done with your shit.

And I'm done with yours