i really must be getting old because whenever i see little kids all i can think of is how much i want a baby.
of course, first i want to be able to give it a stable life, and we all know that's not happening anytime soon.
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my room is a disaster.
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tomorrow is going to wear me out.
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i sicken myself.
i am truly disgusted with what i've done.
i said i never would, and now there's no going back.
i can try to make excuses and give you the reasons why i did it, but they really don't matter. the facts are the facts. i've done what i've done.
even more frightening was how into it i got once i'd made the painful decision. no baby steps for me, no taking it slow - i jumped right in (as i am wont to do). all the bells & whistles.
how quickly we turn our backs on our convictions.
i am a traitor.
a fake.
i got a cell phone.