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and now i go back to my own life……

Oh. And you woke up with a huge booger in your nose. It was gross.

You are done, and so am I. Thus was the stupidest waste of time that I have ever thrown out there. Shoulda known better. Shoulda looked deeper. Coulda woulda. I’ve learned your tell tale signs and have worked your cunning lies. You were smart, I can smell that now. But nothing is and nothing shall ever be. I’m done and so are you. There was nothing left to the imagination and that is what’s so sad. I’m done and so are we

Watching this motherfucker make out with his girl makes me ponder what um doing wrong. Obviously not my hair, not my shoes. Not the glasses, not the acne. She’s good, but he’s wack, he looks like a sweaty down syndrome basketball player. Maybe I should start fucking with the Asians again. Apparently their standards are a bit lower than the white girls that I’m fucking with Thursday should be interesting. Ones taken, the other doesn’t seem that interested. Shouldn’t be that hard in hindsight. None of the matters. Just make that money, that cheddar. Its the o ly thing that actually gets you anything apparently. Its the grease in the bearings. And fuck this grip. She doesn’t care mor give a fuck apparently about what I want. This is going to just turn out to be whatever she wants it to be, and I will be forever be in service of that. I can’t do that anymore, cause I need to learn my lesson, react and move on. Let that bag of psycho move on. Wait, don’t they like the aggressive? Yea, only after they have had the ones that treat them like the world. Its been a while since the last post. Iv written a bit, and I don’t know why I’ve saved them at all. Sometimes I get scared of what actually comes out of my thumbs sometimes. I don’t want to shoot your movie, and I don’t want to be involved anymore. You didn’t put out remember? That’s that. I was saving it up and what do I get? A 47 year old. Awesome. At least its a good story. Gets a laugh right? Fuck. my. Life.

And on a seperate note, never call the next day. Ever. Ever

Ill forget about you in 2 weeks. I promise In the mean time, ill just be wrestling my mind into submission

Here I go again. Tripping over myself. I try to keep busy with work. But when work doesn’t keep me busy what is there to do? Work myself up over you. I could have kissed you better. You asked for another, and I stumble over that. Why? Does there have to be a why? Jesus, just get back at me. How hard is that? It bothers me the things that you say: I want to see you again, when we see each other again, again and again and again. That’s all I can repeat in my head, and at thia juncture it doesn’t seem plausable I forget about yoy for an hour then I’m stuck. You’re alternating, tumbling in my mind. Turbulance disrupts my mood. What am I supposed to do now? Where do I go from here? I wait to hear your voice. I wait for this train to surface to stare at an empty phone. I’ve made it this way. This is my design

You have the straigtest clavical I have ever seen. It makes me refeet ever breaking mine. Goodbye