No longer a place for submissions, this blog is of thoughts all my own.
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This blog is now an outlet for my expression. I apologize to those who wish to continue submitting content.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Stop Asking
We're not friends, since you only remember to talk to me on Sundays, and I don't want to be one of your projects. You asked me three separate times today how I'm doing. Please just stop.
It's interesting how quickly the depression hits sometimes.
I hope you know how much I love you. Even if we are thousands of miles away, I hope you know I think of you, worry about you, and pray for you often. I also feel bad for the people who miss out on the chance to have a real friend like you.
I hope you know how much I love you. Even if we are thousands of miles away, I hope you know I think of you, worry about you, and pray for you often. I also feel bad for the people who miss out on the chance to have a real friend like you.
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