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I think I'm going to implode. I have so much to get off my chest, to one person, and I can't, and it's very frustrating, and I'm in France and I don't want to be here and I'm skint and lonely and bored and everyone's gone home for the holidays and I miss everyone at home and I know that when I get back I'll be... expecting (quitely and in denial) some things and won't get them and will be knocked flat. Because I am gullible, and no ice queen.ARGARHGRHAGRHAGrh
posted by Marie @ 1:33 PM
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