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dirty little secrets: September 2009
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Wednesday, 30 September 2009. Hey folks, this is the letter that I wrote to the public transport authority, because i felt that I was bullied by an awful bus driver. Let me know what you guys think! He was really crazy! He shouted at us! In front of a bus load of people! I don't care, you get in and you validate! When we sat down, I turned to my friend and asked, "What's his problem? The driver obviously heard and flew into a rant. YOU KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM IS? PEOPLE WHO DON'T VALIDATE! Passengers should...
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dirty little secrets: The beginning of the end.
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Sunday, 21 August 2011. The beginning of the end. Where can I go? He doesn't love me anymore. I'm heartbroken. I have loved him for 9 years. I don't even know what it means to not love him. I'm shattered. Posted by Reading Raynes. I want to be there for you.let me be there for you.please. 28 August 2011 at 10:22. I love you. thank you. 3 September 2011 at 10:46. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The beginning of the end. You only get vomit after all that vodka.
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dirty little secrets: August 2011
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Sunday, 21 August 2011. The beginning of the end. Where can I go? He doesn't love me anymore. I'm heartbroken. I have loved him for 9 years. I don't even know what it means to not love him. I'm shattered. Posted by Reading Raynes. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I love to love. There is little I don't have a passionate opinion/feeling about. Boundless energy. Not constantly searching for happiness, but rather just accepting that it is possible to live happily. View my complete profile.
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dirty little secrets: The Box
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Saturday, 24 September 2011. My stuff from Kuching arrived yesterday. My mother called me up as she was opening it. In it were clothes, shoes, documents/papers and my blanky p. Nothing else. No note from him, no letter. AThe only sign that it was from him was on the senders address. My mother said I was a fool for hoping that he loved me, that he wanted to work things out, that he had made a mistake. I am crying all over again. Crying and crying and crying. And what is he doing? Stupid me. Stupid stu...
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dirty little secrets: May 2010
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Monday, 24 May 2010. I have spoken to Bee about this, and he feels the same way. We're strangely weary. I guess it's because I don't really know Fahmy, the way I was familiar with Cj and Justin. I guess Bee and I just need to go back to the mindset we had when we were in Moscow. I guess what really is bothering me is that Bee and I may not be ready for someone who doesn't know US. Cj knew us so well. She knew me! Will he be a comforting, harmonious factor or will he be disruptive? Or will he be a Justin?
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dirty little secrets: the confession
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Saturday, 3 September 2011. Posted by Reading Raynes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I love to love. There is little I don't have a passionate opinion/feeling about. Boundless energy. Not constantly searching for happiness, but rather just accepting that it is possible to live happily. View my complete profile. Dear anonymous, thank you for your comment. But . The Broken Hearts Club. You only get vomit after all that vodka.
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dirty little secrets: The Broken Hearts Club
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Tuesday, 6 September 2011. The Broken Hearts Club. 9 years. 9 years. I have lived, breathed and loved only him. I still love him. Will there ever come a time that I will be over this? He touched another woman. He held her in his arms. She was on my bed. In my home. In my kitchen. She touched my kitten. She used my bathroom. He held her in his arms. He touched her. Did she touch my blankie-p? Did he think of me at all when he was inside her? Did he think of me when her head was on my pillow?
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dirty little secrets: November 2011
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Thursday, 3 November 2011. My beautiful Viro and Puss in Boots, I love you both so much. I will see you both this summer, I promise. Thank you for being there for me. So It's the 3rd of November. 2 months ago today Jason confessed to sleeping with someone else. He had lied, cheated on me and finally dumped me. The aftermath was horrific. My whole life came crashing down. 9 years, thrown aside for a quick fuck. That too, she knew I existed. What a whore. Sigh. Jason: Hmm why do you ask that? Jason: That's...
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dirty little secrets: September 2011
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Saturday, 24 September 2011. My stuff from Kuching arrived yesterday. My mother called me up as she was opening it. In it were clothes, shoes, documents/papers and my blanky p. Nothing else. No note from him, no letter. AThe only sign that it was from him was on the senders address. My mother said I was a fool for hoping that he loved me, that he wanted to work things out, that he had made a mistake. I am crying all over again. Crying and crying and crying. And what is he doing? Stupid me. Stupid stu...
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dirty little secrets: Spring
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Friday, 16 September 2011. Anonymous, again thank you for your comment. I made lamb stew for dinner and was sliding into melancholy by saying,"Jason doesn't eat lamb. He's not keen on the smell.". Ash lost his temper and said, "Yeah, well maybe assholes are allergic to lamb.". The whole table burst out laughing as he used his fingers to wipe clean the pot that had bits of lamb gravy, "It was fucking awesome stew.". Posted by Reading Raynes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.