Faded
Every week, by the time Friday night rolls around, I feel worn out and faded and so achy I just want to collapse. I've never been the Friday Night Party Girl type and I've only gotten less so as I get older.
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And that, I think, is why I have so little sympathy for those who let the shit in their lives make them into someone they don't want to be. I can empathize, to a point, with the horrors and bad shit people go thru but I have no sympathy for letting it turn you into a nut.
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I drink a lot of coffee, ride a motorcycle, have an 18 year old son and a decade long relationship that began in a chat room.
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