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A good friend walked out of my life. The whole situation is a mess to me. I'm tired now. This isn't what I needed. I come back to vacation only to find another pile of shit waiting and I try to help... though I don't really know if I did. What do I get out of it? I don't know. This is all stupid. Really fucking stupid. All this shit for nothing. Why? Why? Why? And I'm sick and tired of this shit too. But i'm not gonna run away. I'm gonna take this shit like I would in Real Life. I'm gonna deal with it. And I'm gonna go spend time with my friends and people that I know care about me and won't run circles around my mind.

Fuck this poetic shit. Fuck this dilution shit. All the blogs I fucking read are all supposed to be fucking meaningful and shit. Why the fuck can't we just fucking write exactly what's going on? That's what I'm gonna do from now on. No meaning and shit. Just put it all down for you. Spoon to table, no presentation, no silver fucking platter, the scoop/truth/legit shit right in front of you.


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