i became married to my dad - at 8 years old. not here is the "wedding" picture. i couldnt bear to post it. it's of him, and the shadow people and bloody me in the stupid white satin/lace dress being held up off the ground by my arm... this is the new memory. it's driving me crazy. i hate this. i hate september.
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praying babe... Love ya.
thank you D. you are my only reader at this time. not that i'm writing much... i just keep coming up against this stupid stupid night. (crying AGAIN)
Ang
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