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my mom used to pry online but that stopped a while back. i was posting on this militant left-wing forum (i think i was twelve or something) and i would get up at night to find her reading my posts. not that she's right wing.
we were mormon and my folks got married in the salt lake chapel, but the church and my parents had differing views on how to raise a child with autism and such and we just stopped going. i don't really know what i am now. just agnostic, i guess.
i watched my sig frame by frame and i think i can do this.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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