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[Private]: I told him I loved him. What the bloody fuck? Yes, I meant it but...shit. Really I just want to shout a ton of profanities at some stranger simply because I'm frustrated and scared. It has been a very long time since I have "loved". Yet Brendan seems confident about it so perhaps I'll just feed off of that. [/Private]

Dear God. I hate Christmas shopping. I thought a Thursday, in the middle of the day, would be okay. That there wouldn't be all that many people out and about. Oh how wrong I bloody well was! Mothers, by the way, are vicious, angry creatures when it comes to getting toys for their little hoodlums.

So after getting far too stressed to deal with the bullshit that is retail during the holiday season, I've given up for now on shopping.