| 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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