| it's almost your birthday, darling.
where are you? Oh, thats right. Gone.
Not your fault though, only something truly fucked up could steal something so beautiful like you from this world.
I love you i love you i love you and everything that you were and stood for and that will never change as long as I live. I am wrapped up in you.
and next weekend im gonna get wrecked in your honor.
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| i want to get drunk because it feels good
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| no
one
is
there
really
you
just
need
to
realize
that
you
have
no
friends
they
are
all
just
robots
and
they
dont
give
a
f
u
c
k
about
you
they
just
want
to
talk
about
drinking
and
getting
high.
I'd
rather
just
get
high
than
talk
about
it.
when
i
get
sad
i
think
about
calling
someone
but
i
realize
i
have
no
one
to
call.
no
one
really
cares
really
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| head hurts.
drank a bit last night.
well, more than a bit.
Either way, I'm not going to elaborate because It always pisses me off when people talk and talk and talk about their drinking and blah blah blah.
Kitties are good, I am good, My husband is good, My Best friend is good.
I gots nothing to say
I'm a loser.
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