So the other day Matt saw what I did to my arm. He also knew it wasn't a cat scratch. I wish he didn't know.... that I hadn't told him that used to do that constantly. I wish it was still my secret. I'll have to be more careful...more discreet. Stop being so damn obvious...or just stop doing it completely. I wish I could pretend to be a normal person that doesn't. I was getting close to normal for a while there, it wasn't even a fake normal. I'm so sick of whining...Matt's coming over tommorrow. Maybe I'll be in a better mood by then.
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all words � Jennifer L. Bey, 2003.
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