Incredible

One would think I'd be great at hiding by now.  Stories from my past turned from true to false in just a few changed nouns...

I have probably five different accounts on one site alone to help me hide.  One such account was the one where I changed certain nouns to make a story that sounded so much better than the true thing... mainly because the real thing was socially unacceptable.  But if a boyfriend goes off to war, that can't be helped. 

And yes, I'm being cryptic.  I still have to hide things in my life that I would rather not.  But I don't want anything linked back to the "real me."  I just thought it was interesting that I'm hiding again and going through old poems of mine where I was hiding my life from prying eyes... though I desperately wanted things to be out in the open.  I wanted to be able to rant and rave about the situation and my lips were forced shut.  I suppose that's how life goes...

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I'm Sorry

I will not rant.  I will not say things out of anger.  I will walk on eggshells.  I will remain silent until spoken to.  I will do as is suggested and/or requested.  I will not say anything that can be an implication against anyone or anything.  I will only post happy posts.  I will not let my emotions cloud my judgment.  I will no longer be myself.  ... The broken marionette is back.

It's Me Again

So because I have a certain internet stalker, I am forced to change my identity completely and delete who I once was just so I can speak my mind.  So much for freedom of speech.  I'm even afraid to repost my last blog without changing it to "private" so someone certain doesn't find it.. ever.  Thank you Google.

I'm sorry you think my rants are whining and complaining.  I'm pregnant and that's the kind of mood I'm in, so get over it, breathe, and understand.  You were there not long ago.

PS:  I really don't like you sometimes.

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