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Lonely.
I HATE it so much when Michael falls asleep before me. Because then I’m left alone. In my dark room and my mind takes over. No matter how exhausted my body is my mind won’t let me sleep. It’s miserable and I lay here for hours hating my life because of all the thing that are brought up. And there is no one to talk to. I wish he would stay up till I fell asleep but then he gets mad so I hang up the phone saying I’ll let him go. Hoping and wishing he calls me back. But no. He’s off in deep sleep happy where I want to be. I’ve been laying here for 2 hours mulling over all the shamefull moments. To scared to talk to God for comfort because of the things that pop up.
I loathe these moments and I wish I wasn’t the only one dealing with them.
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my childhood.
Drake: You calling me a liar?!
Josh: I ain’t calling you a truther!
Josh: You want a mouth full of fist?!
Drake: You want a butt full of foot?!
Josh: I hope you go bald!
Drake: I hope they cancel Oprah!
Josh: *GASP* You take that back!
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