I hate always blurting out what I'm thinking onto a page or into the air.
I don't always think things through.
Dear last post,
I hate you.
You make me seem silly and overly-emotional and like a 15 year old that hates their life.
Dumb. You make me feel dumb.
Go die.
Love, E
Maybe one day I will learn censorship.
Probably not.
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