irina

I spent a good long while typing up a journal entry full of bitching and moaning, whining, complaining, self-pity, self-loathing, and a whole lot of emotional baggage that nobody is interested in. And then I deleted it. It didn't feel therapeutic at all. It was depressing. It made me fucking angry.

And all I want is someone here holding me. So simple.

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If anyone types any stupid shit like "/me hugs you" or something worthless like that, I'm removing you from my friends list. Save your ones-and-zeros bullshit for another entry, I'm not interested right now.