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9:08 Wednesday Morning   It's True C'est Vrais I should have been born in the early 1900s, so that i could have been 20 in the 1920s. flapper girls smoking cigarettes they don't know are killing them... mobster guys in zootsuits totin' handguns they do know could kill them... and all i want is a fedora-wearing badguy who will go good for me. ----------------- 7:26 p.m. I am too stupid to live. why am i still here?
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I don't even know now if its worth trying to save.
Theres not much left when he takes away anything that ever mattered and leaves you with... well, nothing, quite frankly.
But he still has the gall to tell me how much he loves me.
I wish he could look me in the eyes and tell me that he doesn't.
I've actually thought about that. I think it would have been way fun to live back in the 1920's. Or even the late 1800's so I could wear corsets and those cool poofy dresses.
Oh, I don't know whats going on. Tomorrow is the big 'do we stay together or not' day.

I'm terrified and I have to try and collect myself enough to end it if he won't compromise.

Its awful loving someone so much more than they're ever going to love you.