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Ever since that dream I've been really fucked up. I don't know.. I was petting a kitten and I looked up and he was smiling at me and we started to speak and the phone rang and I couldn't get back to sleep. Every time I dream about Bill I ache for him like crazy. It's like right after I left him when we visited. I don't know how I can breathe with this weighing on me. Yeah, I know how whiny and melodramatic that sounds.

Ye gods, if this ends I'm gonna be off relationships for a while. I can't take this again.

Okay, how is THIS for fucked up?

I haven't smoked a cigarette since I was about ten years old. Yet I crave one.

My "glam rock" name:

Rebel Doll