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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
I weep for the board.
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I don't doubt it. Is there ever a time when you're
not crying hot, salty tears over some illusory crisis or imagined slight? Boo-hooing about the cruelness of this cold world? Wailing because no one loves you and, to be perfectly frank, how could anyone love anyone as unloveable as you? Coughing out hitching, sniffling, snottery sobs as you try desperately to push those feelings of impotent rage and humiliation back down to the dark place they come from before all that bile makes you puke? It's no wonder you can't find time to do a little running.
