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:: Tuesday, April 01, 2014 ::

Hello.

I really don't know why I'm shamefully posting what I feel here instead of Facebook, but I think I've had enough of FB representing my public self. It doesn't make any sense, does it? It's not as if this place is any more private, and seriously if I cared that much about not caring what people thought about me, what difference would it make what I posted?

Sigh.

Today I wish I had God's number and I could call Him and say "I just wanted to hear your voice." 

I know someone would probably respond by saying "You can always pray!" 

But unfortunately, I can't reply with "Shut up, you tool." 

:: And that's all she wrote 8:52 PM [+] ::
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