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disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.

note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

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2002.09.30 9:32 p.m.

oh.

i've left this too long. i don't know how to say anything to any of you anymore. least of all those that i trusted most and loved more.

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it feels like i've moved away (i have in some ways), except that there is nothing good in this move. and no one can even pretend to miss me because i'm still here.

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i've tried so hard to be okay. to feel good about myself, to go out and grow, or even stay home and nourish this strangeness.       but how can i really?

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previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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