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So I guess this is happening.

I'm not too sure why I'm on here. I have so much real life shit I need to do; the last thing I need is another internet time suck. But, here I am.

And who can resist a blog?? So unfair.

For a long while, I really wanted to be a Suicide Girl. They are the epitome of grace, beauty, sex, and alternative lifestyles. How rad, I thought. I want to do that. I want to become one of these sexy, confident, desired women. But now I'm here. I'm looking through the photos and I realize: I already am one of these women. I have my ideal body. I am well spoken. I am sexy. I am desired. Honestly I don't see a point in working to join the ranks of women when I already identify so well with them.

Plus the idea of a future child of mine finding the pictures makes me uncomfortable, I have to admit.

I guess I need a new reason to stay on the site.