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The S℮cr℮t Room


my words and photographs,
the diary of a sometimes troubled girl.
the music is always turned up,
and the door is always open.
come on in.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
-Van Gogh


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    let me get this straight... Saturday, August 15, 2009 |

    in the past year...

    i moved to florida to be with someone i thought i could trust
    and was told 2.5 months later that i had to leave. (and just a day after he had told me the engagement ring was coming...)

    lost my apartment in cincinnati
    had several financial problems arise indirectly from said "move"
    lost a very dear friend to cancer
    permanent injuries in a car accident that affects my daily life
    had someone come into apartment via the window while i was sleeping and take my things
    wreck my car and have no idea how i'm gonna get another one...

    that's all i can really think of right now. i give up.

    uncle.