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Buy Me A Phone?

Really? Are you saving? Credit all paid off? It is challenging to say yes.

It is probably stupid to say no because both of us would benefit way beyond financially. It could relieve a lot of the unspoken discomfort between us that I so want to not be there. The moments we never discussed or resolved that linger and bite us on the ass sometimes when we least expect it or at the very least, push me away and stretch out the silences.

Understand?

I am torn between iphone and android. I have all these iphone cables. Other cables are buried in storage and I don't have time to go there to search. On the other hand, everything I am reading says Android is better. I'm not ready to make to make a decision.

I need Natasha to get a job.

I need time.

I need to lose weight.

I need sleep.

I will think about it.

There are no words to say thank you enough.

I've been picking myself up my entire life, from birth, all by myself.

It is what I am used to.

I'm just tired of it.

I'm tied of alone.

I'm tired of living like a refugee.

I'm tired of feeling bloated.

I want chocolate.

Thank you for writing to me.

I have to get up early for more medical tests tomorrow.

Wish I could sleep more.

We won yesterday, 11-1... We are 6-1 two games in first with 3 to go. Might have my first T-Shirt since 2016. Dallas tourney didn't give T-Shirts, cheapskates.

Will lose big tomorrow, twice, screwed by the organizers of the league, A team dropped out so they grabbed anyone last minute and gave me to them as a pitcher. A mostly middle D team playing C-B teams. it happens. Still gets me out playing, must play to live.

Always hungry.

Always bloated.

You surprised me.

Thinking.

I still want to know about you.

Hug.
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