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  • March 28, 2013 at 5:44 pm #7077
    nap
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    Let’s say you kept a journal through this whole process from D day on. What would the title of your journal be?

    March 28, 2013 at 5:55 pm #83611
    march
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    What The FUCK Was I Thinking???

    March 28, 2013 at 5:58 pm #83612
    nap
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    ‘Holy Shit’

    March 28, 2013 at 6:33 pm #83613
    teri
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    Bat Shit Crazy

    March 28, 2013 at 6:33 pm #83614
    kimberely
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    Mirror Mirror On The Wall, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????

    March 28, 2013 at 6:34 pm #83615
    daisy1962
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    “The Good Wife”

    March 28, 2013 at 6:41 pm #83616
    diane
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    “Something Happened to Me”

    March 28, 2013 at 6:45 pm #83617
    kmf
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    ” Is This All There Is?”

    March 28, 2013 at 8:03 pm #83618
    anniem
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    “Nobody Knows De Trouble I Seen”

    March 28, 2013 at 10:19 pm #83619
    972
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    “I ain’t dead yet”

    March 28, 2013 at 10:23 pm #83620
    lisak
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    how i crawled out of hell

    March 29, 2013 at 4:14 am #83621
    penny
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    hmmm…lisak.

    Don’t think it can’t happen to you.

    March 29, 2013 at 4:17 am #83622
    movin_on
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    “I guess my marriage wasn’t sexless after all”

    March 29, 2013 at 6:06 am #83623
    annblack
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    sadly I have kept a journal since D day – even though I didn’t know it at the time. It’s called Watching from the Inside – a study of addiction and it’s consequences.

    March 29, 2013 at 12:48 pm #83624
    teri
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    Amy, yours cracked me up.

    March 29, 2013 at 3:41 pm #83625
    feelingconflicted
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    “It’s a Mad Mad World”

    Just heard the Alex Parks version of this old Tears for Fears song…haunting…

    “Mad World”

    All around me are familiar faces
    Worn out places, worn out faces
    Bright and early for their daily races
    Going nowhere, going nowhere

    And their tears are filling up their glasses
    No expression, no expression
    Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
    No tomorrow, no tomorrow

    And I find it kind of funny
    I find it kind of sad
    The dreams in which I’m dying
    Are the best I’ve ever had

    I find it hard to tell you
    ‘Cause I find it hard to take
    When people run in circles
    It’s a very, very mad world
    Mad world

    Children waiting for the day they feel good
    Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
    Made to feel the way that every child should
    Sit and listen, sit and listen

    Went to school and I was very nervous
    No one knew me, no one knew me
    Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
    Look right through me, look right through me

    And I find it kind of funny
    I find it kind of sad
    The dreams in which I’m dying
    Are the best I’ve ever had

    I find it hard to tell you
    ‘Cause I find it hard to take
    When people run in circles
    It’s a very, very mad world
    Mad world, mad world, mad world

    March 29, 2013 at 4:45 pm #83626
    bonnieb
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    Amy, yours cracked me up in a sick way, since it could be my title too! 🙂

    March 30, 2013 at 7:45 pm #83627
    desiree-larson
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    He said he loved me. He destroyed everything I loved.

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