A place to sulk. . .

Definition of boudoir (as I remember it): A place to sulk . . Yup. . .this is my place to sulk all I want. Come in and join me, everybody's welcome to play the crying game . .

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

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3 days ago I turned 27. Such a strange number. I don't feel like I own the number 27 yet. It reeks of adulthood, responsibility, of ar...

Sunday, August 03, 2014

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I'm beginning to develop an unwavering sense of worth. In the past it bobbed like flotsam, depending on the tides of external feedback...

Saturday, August 02, 2014

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I think nobody reads this space. Good. Now I can vent. Have not put finger to keyboard in ages for reasons other than work, or Facebook. N...

Wednesday, March 06, 2013

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Funny the alertness of the human mind past the midnight hour. Funny how in your most placid moments those old histories run up your spine, r...

Sunday, December 09, 2012

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oh my gawd I have a crush. I am 25. This is RIDICULOUS.

Thursday, November 01, 2012

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why the fuck do I still care? I hate this. I hate this to death.

Sunday, September 02, 2012

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It is official. My life is one complicated emotional mess. Last night was major proof. 'Nuff said.

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