I split out all these fucking stuff in my chest after a serious drunk on thxgiving, and I am not feeling shame, but release. Not, you are actually out of my system, or rather lingering on the edge of my outer layer, at least one layer furthur from my the deepest part of my heart since I remember Christina told me: "you need to have another/a new identity", which I have been telling myself for the last two years, and now I understand it's just the phantom of my life, alway phantom, and always of life...
Happy Thanskgiving. I really am. Sorry for some souls.
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Actually, there is no any coding for reading my blog. Guess sth wrong with the developed country's internet acess
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