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Thursday, Nov. 20, 2008, 9:32 pm

I'm still worried about my rack.
No.
Not worried. Mad. I'm just plain angry about it. There's nothing I can do about it. Fat girls can get thin. Girls with big butts can get a thigh master. People with horrid noses can get a rhinoplasty. I am never, ever, ever, going to have anything beyond a 36B, and that's just how it is.
I mean, I could get implants, but they only last like five or ten years.

It just really really really sucks.
And I can never get out of my mind that thing about her huge titts, and rockin body, and how we used to have sex in public.

I don't think I can ever have sex in public. Not that I don't want to, but that's all I'll be thinking about the whole time, and that'll ruin it. And I will never have a rockin body. Never. And we already discussed huge titts.
I've already discussed all of this. Over and over. In my head. For hours at a time. And I can't tell Ken about any of it, because he always concludes that it's his fault. It's never his fault. There's just no way to explain my frustration that he will understand. I've tried with other things, it never works.

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