some things are much too crazy. my mother, at this moment, is puking off the side of my house, drunk after a long night of double irish coffees. i told you i was irish. deeply.
she told me many things about my father tonight- many things that hurt to hear. i love my papa more deeply than any of you can ever imagine- i would, in fact, kill you if you ever threatened him. really. tear your throat out and kill you.
tell you more tomorrow....
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he said, "can i be completely honest?" my stomach jumped, preparing. "yeah." i responded. "of course." "i...
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i don't want to love him anymore. fuck. i want to be done. i want to be free of this. i don't want to care that he's with someon...
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of talking to people about my struggles. i just want to make decisions and figure shit out. i don't want to talk about drama anymore. at...
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