pelafina

I've never had real backpain (outside of labor) before.
Today will be day 2 of walking in intense back pain.
It took me 10 minutes to get out of bed. I'm gonna have to chow alive
all day again. Anything that has to do with using my abdomen hurts my
back with intensity. God, I want to cry. Even sitting and laying down
doesn't make...
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Well I finally called that number to the city of roses. Its offical... I
have no contact with that ghost anymore.

How hard is it to lay down something youve been trying to understand for
years.

Why do I feel this should be my lesson, when all I've learned is love
has no bounds on reality.



...and I miss you.
*n

*note. I saw this on myspace. I was about damn near tears reading some
of these photos. I'm not sure if sending this post from email will work.
If not ill fix it soon. Thanks*


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Against it.

If any of you out there are my friends, I ask you out of the kindness
of my heart to repost this. If you're not my friend,...
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So today so far I think I fel better then yesterday.

My staff told me I loked like the walking dead. That I was pale, but
diffrent pale. And they eventualy sent me home.
Thank god too because I was out like a light by 9pm.

My nose is now completly raw. My eyes feel like giant brusies, but I'm
not breaking out into fevers...
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My head is throbing with sinusickyness.

I worked 10 hours today.

I can't breathe.

I hate ice on my sidewalks and roads.

I don't like being called a liar by drunks.




The end.
*n

Well new year upon us.
Really to me just another day.
However I may find myself curled up with a book somewhere close to
midnight tonight.
Maybe drinking untill I cannot pronounce my own language isn't appealing
to me anymore due to age. However if anyone would like maybe some
coffee/tea and good company *snowball fight anyone* let me know. Because
my other half will...
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Its snowing out again.
I can't believe I still have a voice after last night.

Too many drinks later... Ha.

Drunk dreams.
Of past people and places, information.
Meshed into one little episode from my brain.

Damn I still miss certin ghosts.

One person described his home as the door covered in tape. I'm still
trying to find the meaning there. My brain always means...
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