I was told today that I am officially lid off, then my best friend told me she was pregnant after just a month of trying. It was a double whammy today. I am so under the weather.
My address: #9 Melancholy Cove. It is a culdesac with one entrance and no exit. I entered it years ago and was unable to leave. Now I have been driven mad by the miserys of family, marriage work and now school. This is a place to let my apothecary jars vent before they explode all over my leather sofa.
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