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} constipated (in more ways than one) im having a verbal constipation. no, actually, i dunno what the problem really is. i feel like i have a lot of things that i want to put down, but when i do reach this Diaryland page i cant seem to put down anything. or maybe i can, but im afraid that putting it in words will spoil it, cos i dunno how to express it properly. i wish that was the end of the problem, but its not, cos im also literally constipated. i ate 2 bananas this morning hoping that it will help, but im still full of shit. literally. im not trying to be emo here, i am really full of shit. and with these things combined, i just end up feeling uncomfortable all the time. so if im acting more weirdly than usual, please. it's not you. its (really, really) me, and my bowels, and my constipated emotions. maybe the two problems are correlated so i'll just be eating more bananas in the mean time.
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