Thursday, March 22, 2012


I told a girl she couldn't spell Timbuktu and she punched me in the face (I didn't know she was dyslexic…oops).

Decided they could not talk to me like that, so I resigned.

Admitted I needed therapy and went.

Embraced death and learned to celebrate life.

I worked hard for love…and succeeded.

Jen, age 36

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