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Apologies

A quick note... to tell you all that I am ok, alive.
And I am safe now.

You have to forgive me. Please, please forgive me for being away so long and then for posting such things.
There is no excuse.
I have notebooks filled with writing from the last month which needs to all be posted on here. I have no excuse. But I promise you, it will ALL be up before September.
I am sorry.
I am sorry.
I am so sorry.

I AM NOT A FUCKING ROLE MODEL.

I love you all so much; I may not show it, I may have abandoned you for so long, but I will never, never stop loving you all.
And I thank God for all your beauty and strength. each and every one.

x x x

Comments

  1. Peridot (G+P)24 August 2010 at 11:07

    Oh thank god.

    *Love* Keep yourself safe, ok hun?

    xoxo

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  2. zette24 August 2010 at 14:16

    happy to know you're alright. i'm not a role model either. that's fine. hang in there, darling. look forward to hearing more from you.

    xoxo
    zette

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  3. Kitty24 August 2010 at 16:56

    No need to be sorry!
    The blog will be here, and so will we, for as long as you need. :]

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  4. Anonymous25 August 2010 at 03:04

    It´s weird I don´t know you but I´ve been checking your blog everyday since your last post to see if you were ok.
    I´m so glad you are sweetie =D
    Hugs

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