over the last few days i've deleted most of myself from here. all my pictures are gone, i've deleted my journal twice and i'm now doing my hugs. that's taking a while. it's sad for me but is also strangely cleansing. i've been sittin here cryin while i delete my hugs as i realize how much people really do care but i keep on doing it. it's like i'm driven to do it. kinda like when you cut to let the hurt bleed out of you.
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??