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Maybe I'm so lonely and boring that's why i relapse often , beyond i drink like it's my life , best friend , not everyday I gains control now new job!!!

I FaceTime sometimes at evening hours knowing time zones and past events.   Stop I tell myself he loves you he provides a home for me tv bed and wifi ,

When we are together our connection is so strong but he's not active sexually like ever , he says my job my job stresses him , he  is older I'm 28 him 44 !  He is super young and healthy beutiful soul!!!
It kilos me inside that I know i have to cheat to get anything romance or list even , I am screaming inside scarring my face off for him , as I am litterly in bed cuddling him 700 nights or more by now. WOW.
Eyes wide open as I am not, I loose myself when he leaves LA ,   I only want a strong bond with him, talk to me did u feel moments of emotions today that we can talk about,  

This man is my Saint I'm sure ,  I don't wanna CREep on him  , he is so fuking someone else many else's

Story continues we had toybox of fun

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I discovered new stuff or self use  few times .

Really he knows I need intamit--fuking--Macy. Man i am trying ask for god and Angeles and I see this window has risen for me again,

Hold on maybe it is all me I'm just guilty of my own mistakes !   He don't text hardly we don't have intellectual conversation our together life sucks too

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Always tired ,

Caring soft loving beutiful mysterious phantom of my opera  ,   I can't believe I'm still here nothing accomplished why!!! 4 yrs in la

is cause i need a fried some one that can open up into me. I look ii to the mirror everyday feeling further away,  

Part my deepest self wants to move home to Midwest IA n NE . I am going to carry tighter to my pain and breathe in my faith , I am not to blame for I am still young

I just want good sex a friend and lover that text or kiss things like why am I just writing myself in a world I still haven't found ground , mental racing thoughts at times paranoid awaken my soul/ god

I just want good sex a friend and lover that text or kiss things like why am I just writing myself in a world I still haven't found ground , mental racing thoughts at times paranoid awaken my soul/ god

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