...and it all comes tumbling down around you.
My mother is going to marry a man that called me a whore.
A man which I dislike with great passion.
Let's just have everyone tear me down right now.
Come on.
It will be fun.
Let's see how long it takes before I fall apart and can't hold myself together.
You know you want to.
It doesn't even cost anything.
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Sorry you are having such a hard time right now. If you ever need someone to talk to or even just to hang out, you are quite welcome to contact me on my Flickr mail (Not too keen on posting phone numbers on comments)
Try to hang in there.
Hugs and good energies coming your way.
Blessings always
Thank you again, Krista.
It is just how the cards were dealt this time around, I suppose.
I am just waiting for the next brick to land on my head.
You are a good one. Don't let anyone tell you or make you think otherwise.
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