After a wonderful weekend, my thoughts are all jumbled up. Funny, I thought they had straightened themselves out over bottles of wine and vodka rockstars. Guilt is heart-wrenching. And so I'm taking it into my own hands and stopping this now. I sincerely would run to the ends of the earth for him, but I just trip and stumble over everything. I think I know where I belong now. But as per usual, nothing is ever stationary.
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