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I didn't nightlife know Drake emailed u nightlife using my address, he opened my mail when I wasn't even there u know, n i don't like it. I didn't expressly give him my password so he stole it. He took something n used it without permission n that's stealing. so i'm mad at him too.n I'm mad at him for being Lorne nightlife Smiley, your dad. I hate that name, Lorne, I mean it's cute for a dog, but it's a lame name, so I'm still calling him Drake, because I fell in love with a drake, altho I'm not so sure anymore about being in love either. i'm not feeling it right now.I'm just feeling physically n emotionally sick from all these needy men. I thought drake was strong but scratch the surface n everyone's made of porcelain.this place is so fucking claustrophobic n unprivate. u can't have your space cause everyone knows everything, cause drake n i have been sleeping on a futon in a room supposed to be the sewing room n then a seedling sprouting room until we pushed the trays to the edges n installed ourselves (not enough bedrooms), but right now i don't want to sleep with him, but any change in sleeping arrangements either takes a full-blown meeting of the entire commune n always spins out of control into other personality-driven pseudo-gestalt sessions, or it just happens without a meeting to announce it, without
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