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Occasionally I feel okay with myself but it's rare and people often upset it when they pretend like my weight isn't there because that would put a crimp in their plans. Hey. You're the one who cast me. This post is a run-on.
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Um...I exist. Okay, FINE, it's Wikipedia, but the point is it's there, I am not making this sexuality shit up, I am not alone in the universe. There are words for what I am and what I like. That is, strangely, very comforting.
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Judging people for their grammar in a [relatively] informal setting [online forum] is unfair and elitist...I know because I seem to be doing it (without meaning to). I am not a grammar Nazi, but when people abuse apostrophes, I cry inside. So does Jesus. Two of my classes, Christian Worldview and University Success, are shaping up to be completely useless. The former because it's taught by a Christian to a class of Christians- I am the Lone Jew, operating alone- and the latter because it's a 300-level class...about succeeding...in school...whut.
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Some people just don't get how badly they've fucked up, and then I get messages about "how sorry I am that I hurt you" which isn't even the point. It isn't about how badly you may or may not have hurt me if you're just a fuck-up I want nothing to do with anymore. Regretting the time you spend with someone? Bad sign. Wanting to wash all your things to get their lingering stench off them? Petty, but at the time I couldn't shake the feeling- or the smell- of Marlboro smoke and vodka all over my belongings. I'm fucked-up too- for telling all the ways in my life I am, even the ways that weren't mine to tell- but mostly for putting up with his shit for this long.
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contemplative
tired
content
procrastinating