A personal study of an adult female analyzing the motivations behind her actions, no matter how embarrassing, shameful or repulsive. I'm my own worst critic.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Sunday, February 8, 2009
when I last left you...
i was dreaming blissfully of ad man... a day or two went by and i checked my email on the new account, and there was a response! my heart lept into my throat, i knew this man gets a ton of email, and i truly believed mine would be ignored or flagged at spam and never get through. not so, the response was waiting in my mailbox... in fact there were two emails from him.
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