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My name is Morgan and I'm going to be 18 this year. I live in Portage, PA, a dismal drug town. I'm a vegetarian, animal lover, and an athlete. I play volleyball and run distance in track. Plan on attending community college for my general studies and attending Mount Aloysius to study Criminal Justice/Forensic Accounting and hopefully go into the FBI or CIA.
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  • Unemotional Bitch
    ...written on 2005-09-15, @ 9:05 a.m.

    I'm a reviewer again! Except it isn't my own site...but that's okay! I don't think I could have handled it alone anyway. Psychoviews is Allikatt's review site. We just haven't gotten many requests yet...Just one and I reviewed her last night. Now we're waiting for more very patiently.


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    I've always been a bit of an unemotional tomboy when it comes to love and people dying. The weird thing about it is I'm dating an emotionally crazy man. My boyfriend Jeremy, (whom I love very very much) gets very emotional when it comes to his family. He's very close to his family and when his grandmother died in February he had a breakdown...or two...or more over the past seven months. Anyway, I understand that he was close to his grandmother but, I personally think its time to move on. I feel bad for saying that but every time he talks about her, he gets deadly quiet and starts tearing up. I know I'm a horrible person and I should go to hell for saying such things...even writing this makes me feel bad but I can't tell him these things and I need to vent them out to someone or something.


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    Maybe there's something wrong with me...

    broken | childhood