The entirety of this blog will be full of self hate, over thought subjects, and alot of pain, and alot of anger.
He has plastered his name and face over everything in my life. You will end up reading about him enough that you will get as sick of the thought of him as I am. It happens. That's what it is. I'm sick, but I'm still living. I love you Christine. I think it's you and oxygen that are keeping me alive.
So here we go.
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