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on March 24, 2010

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when are you going to start enjoying the small things?

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His remains are left behind in an unmarked grave. No headstone. No paper marker. No flowers. No more gifts from his little girl. An unmarked grave. One of which you could not find had you not know where it was. 26 years of life. Is 26 years not enough to merit a rock? A name plate? A fucking flower? He himself is not there, this I know. But I still find it disrespectful to leave his body unknown. My beautiful angel is left behind in an unmarked grave.

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Something that I worry about pretty much all the time- is raising an asshole who is just as fucked up as I am about love, family, or just relationships in general. I don't want to make her awkward and withdrawn. But how can the broken teach someone something they know nothing about? ehh..worrying is like a rocking chair...it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere. So I'll try not to break her, but maybe a therapist can fix her either way. Go college.

I DO know good people. I know forgiving, understanding, supportive, nonjudgmental, loving people. No-I am not surprised, but I am.....overcome with this fuzzy feeling. This giggly, blush inducing, uncomfortable yet so so comforting feeling. Then I realize it's love. I feel loved. You ma'am, are one of the most lovingly supportive people I have ever met. I more than appreciate your love, I am very very grateful for your friendship. You've stayed with me through good times, through BAD times, and through some really really confusing times. You ate oily chips with me. You jumped in front of a moving bush for me. You let me listen to "Get Low" repeatedly and as loudly as I could. You've picked me up off the ground. Literally. You've interpreted my words for others. You've explained my actions to those I piss off. "Yes-I know she is all over your husband, but she doesn't mean it. She's just extra touchy." You eventually bre...

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