Thanks for being there for me earlier today, but I was just using you. I was feeling poorly and you were convenient. Please don't read anything more into it.
I have goals and you just don't fit into my plans right now. Really, it's not you, it's me. You make me eat too much and I don't want to be fat.
I'm a working mommy with a psycho cat, an awesome spouse who works too much and a disturbingly cute little boy. Oh and I grew up in a crowd, a nomadic crowd.
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