Twelve years ago, I tried ending my life. I was in a deep, dark place. No one could talk me out of it because no one knew. I didn’t look for help because I didn’t want it. I had been dating BFam less than a year and was almost positive this would send him over the edge. I wouldn’t drink because my father was an alcoholic and I saw what it did to him, but I smoked until I couldn’t feel my lungs anymore. Anything to destroy myself made me …

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DISCLAIMER: I don’t normally get on a soapbox, but this is the most political I have ever been about anything in my life. We failed in 2004. And I still hear people over 30… OVER 30… saying they’re not registered. Asking when Election Day is. Wondering if you can vote ONLINE! Yes, people really are still that dumb about the election process. PEOPLE OVER 30!…
November 4, 2004, we failed. We turned a blind eye. We slacked off.
November 4, 2008, will we again?
Slackers Beware! Spread the word!
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Me and change don’t really like each other. I’ve learned to tolerate him, but a prefix is still required when I address him as we are not out of the woods on formalities. Change invades my personal space. He’s always all up in my face trying to make me do things against type. I think he even talked about my mother behind my back a few times. I’ve tried telling him to back the eff up, but change is about as stubborn as my two-year-old and, if you’d ever met …