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Atomic Neurotic: Occupy Ontario Chase Bank

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S.O.S Yo Soy 132 (subtitled)

"Occupy Wall Street Is A Thought Revolution - And It Won't Be Minimized"...

When it rains

My life is going through an immense change. Sleeping on my mother's couch is not fun after 2 days. Personally I would rather have a bed. The novelty of couch surfing went out with high school. I have 1 suitcase. in it are my kids medication, every government document ever given to me, 2 pairs of pants, 5 shirts, and my pictures of Michael Magallon and me.

My kids are enjoying the space the cable and the playground. They have no idea how serious it is to be without a home. They don't like the long drive to school or that they have more rules, but I don't really think that matters to them. We brought the Legos and it seems to be enough.

I can't stop crying long enough to get anything substantial done. I can't sleep. I'm in love with a man who doesn't love me. I have no job no home and no friends and I have no one to blame except myself.

Lonely

Is it really that hard to understand that I'm lonely? Is it so wrong for me to want to be with the guy that makes me happy? I mean I have been stupid in love with the same guy for 4 years and all I can get from him is some grat sex and pl=ease don't get too attached to the family becaused you wont ever really be family. I love everyone in his family from his mother(who would be the dreaded mother-in-law) his Father(papa tony) his Dad (Jose) Jojo Ashley even his stupid dog that hated me. I don't get it I don't understand why? He says I used to be strong and that I used to be the girl he fell for. What changed? How did I change?

K.I.T.

There is a reason people don't K.I.T. They are not really friends. These people who promise they will be in touch soon or that they will call or email or write and don't because to do so means they care. They finally get a hold of you 3 weeks before the 10 year reunion just so they don't have to go it alone.
It is not my fault you were a bad friend I did my best to reach you every few months. I sent cards and gifts on birthday's and christmas. I sent email when my address changed. Did you? No you didn't because you never really cared for me or mine you were so happy when High school was over and you could go on without the people who genueinely cared for you loooked on in disbelief that you were running from them. I cared for you. You were in my prayers every night. I'm sad now that I lost so many moments wishing I could talk to you to see you to listen to you tell me everything that has happened since. Too bad you are my friend Have a great Summer K.I.T.