I have all this shit to vent about, and its so raw it just has to be brilliant. I've just typed it out, but I can't post it. It's driving me insane. This is going to eat at me until I take out the two or three lines that can't be posted, which are also the same goddamn lines that make the whole thing interesting and juicy and raw and fucking good.
But I don't WANT an anonymous blog.
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I'm not even going to talk about your cussing, or your anger. Okay, I'll talk about your anger - I wish whatever it is that's eating you alive would just disappear, but barring that continue to write your heart out in any way necessary! By the way I love the photo of weather beaten paint and wood.
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