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Going to Planned Parenthood tomorrow (I hope)
I really need to figure out what’s going on with me. Shit’s not gonna get any better if I just leave it, and I want to get myself all cleared up if I can. I’m nervous because I’ll need to call around 8. So I’ll call at 7:30. But if my dad hears me on the phone with this place, I’ll be dead. I’ll have to figure something out. Maybe my family will be downstairs? I’m just so worried that this will be some big production.
I just want to be sure that there’s nothing wrong with my body. I mean, if I’ve had problems trying to have sex and use a tampon, I might have a fucked up vag. I really just want to get my shit together.
I wonder how many of my followers are madly in love with me from afar probably all of them
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I can’t see that being very comfortable.
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trying, so so so soooo hard.
