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[angels_facade]

It's my birthday (early hours) and I can't sleep because clowns will eat me.

My girls are three. They turned three on the 13th. Still processing.

Been thinking about switching courses, but I don't know. I've been doing physical therapy for a long time and I'm almost done, but now I feel so...otherwise motivated. Or not motivated.

My oldest children are three and already they have lost one parent. The others seem to know what they want to do. Why do I have to be the losery, lost, emo one?! I want to give my children a good life. I want to be someone they can look up to. But at the moment, all I do is get up on stage and shake my arse and fondle Chloe (which is awesome btw) and I have no idea if any of it matters at all.

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[toey-chloe.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday, gorgeous, you can fondle me anytime you know, not just when you're being paid for it ;D

Course they look up to you, you're all taller than them. But really, you'll be fine, you're awesome and they know it.

[angels-facade.livejournal.com]

WHOOHOOOO!

Thanks, Chlo. You're aces.

[createthemess.livejournal.com]

It matters. You matter. I adore you, no matter how losery, lost and emo you might feel, cos hey, sometimes in the dead of the night I've been known to feel that way too.

Besides, you and Bianca and Zoe all made it to three. That's huge.

You love them, and they love you, and whatever you choose to do, whatever you choose to be, that's the thing that's going to matter. You'll be okay.

I love you too, by the way. Happy belated birthday.