Went away because all of this wasn't me anymore.
Came back for a peek at the memories.
It's strange to see who I thought I needed to be.
Caught up in the fashion.
Trying to be so as to keep an eye on a friend, and try to fee it their way.
Looking back, being such a whinge for a while was aazing. It showed me there are times when you can chose to be whoever you want to be.
Sometimes.
And the skin I took on then just didn't fit anymore. It nver quite had, but I'm still glad I tried it on for a while.
This is so weird. Did I really write all that? And the things I seemed to say are hardly the things I remember thinking.
Conforming to a mould - even as an anonymous internet construct.
Interesting.
Could get rid of it - but that would be lying.
Anyone listening - SMILE!!!


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Tory
"Susan we need to discuss the matter
of ya takin' Nurse Henleighs socks
and hidin' them in the hall toilet."
^'Emerson', from the movie I wrote (White Walls, Crazy Halls)
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Tory
"Susan we need to discuss the matter
of ya takin' Nurse Henleighs socks
and hidin' them in the hall toilet."
^'Emerson', from the movie I wrote (White Walls, Crazy Halls)
I find words fascinating so that's my excuse but whatever ones you know or use they never end up saying what you want them to.
We should all take up emotional telepathy.
seriously though, you're a pretty great writer yourself, sometimes age shouldn't just be measured in years.
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Smile!
I like what you have on here as of thus.
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.ciao.
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Smile!
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