February 2011
January 2011
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I’m going to be honest. Sometimes, I pretend I’m happy. Just so I don’t ruin someones night, or bother people with my petty problems. I sit down, put on a smile and act as if my life is perfect. But it’s not. My life has never been perfect. Not for one second. And no, I’m not asking for perfection. I’m praying for a little less screwed up. That would be nice. I...
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