Tomorrow it will be a year since she passed. I miss her. I miss what she was, who she was. I think I undertand her now - why she was so misunderstood and felt isolated.
My best friends are commitment-phobes, hellbent on drinkng and/or shopping themselves into happiness. One tells me she cannot commit and she cannot. The other tells me he can commit and...
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My best friends are commitment-phobes, hellbent on drinkng and/or shopping themselves into happiness. One tells me she cannot commit and she cannot. The other tells me he can commit and...
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