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<title>Comedic Tourettes</title>
<description>My rantings on the everyday perils a young lady such as myself faces, or a detailed guide on dealing with bullshit while laughing silently to myself.
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<title>I SUCK AT LIFE</title>
<description>Really though, you know that feeling you get when you truly **** something up beyond repair and you know it. You get this internal exhale like almost an inner acceptance of our own power to really **** our lives or more to the point moments in our life up so badly that there is no coming back. There's no fixing. I can't fix this one, I cant change your mind or show you your future. I cant hold onto the hope that words might be enough, that statements of truth will be heard as such by you. Im sorry that i ****ed up and ****ed up what could have been something real.I suck at life. and im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
I looked at the face you had when you realized this was what you were in, this moment and this bullshit. I wanted to put it back together but i couldnt there was no glue to hold the cracks i made together. I wanted to let myself touch you and reach for you but i held my hands down so tight I couldnt feel them when i let go and you couldnt feel my regret. I just want to be right again.I want to cry but I cant find anymore tears, i want to cry and i cant or it will never stop.  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sponsored by EnterTo.com the first REAL &lt;a href=&quot;http://mail.enterto.com/signup.html&quot;&gt;spam free email&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Click Below to discover and share content from anywhere on the web&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script src=&quot;http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description>
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