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Today I watched a movie called Graduating Peter. He's mentally challenged, and he graduated highschool with everyone else. It made me cry. I thought about all of my friends, who sit around and fuck themselves over every single day. They're going nowhere, for no reason. I mean, they could be anything they want to be, but they make the decision to do nothing and be nothing, and then they complain about it. I'm even guilty of it. I complain about how hard it is, about the work. But if someone with half of the brain capacity as me can do it, then there is nothing stopping me, or all my druggie friends for that matter. I share really wierd things, but it's true. People are just lazy.
And I get to see Shery today.
And I get to see Shery today.