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Okay, So, I think I am going crazy. Maybe lack of sleep, or this little cold, but I am nuts. I keep thinking about all of my "friends" and so called "enemys". To these friends of mine, I am starting to not care. A majority of people I consider close are simply aquaintences who care when they can get something out of the deal. I am no longer a deal maker. You have my back, I have yours. No more helping you out crap to turn around for a favor and get shit on. I never gave favors out for something in return, but at this point I think I deserve it. I have tried to help to the best of my ability everyone I know when they were up shits creek. I gave out money, I bought food, I gave rides, packs of butts, whatever. I get nothing but used. So fuck it, i'm done. There is a short list of people who I consider friends and I'm fine with that. To these enemys of mine, you do not exist. I have no enemys. I dont hate anyone. I wish the best to everyone I know, even those who aren't the best people. I believe in karma. When you get stabbed in the back like you did to me, just remember what it was for.
I wish I was a giant because I would smash stuff.
Brandon fixed my car because he is a manly man and knows how to take apart engines and do stuff that I cannot even comprehend. He wins the gold star.
Dear Annabelle,
You will be home soonish. We shall swing and eat ice cream till we explode or vomit. I miss you.
P.S. Don't forget to bring your pooter so I can have all the old pictures and shiz. love love love.
I wish I was a giant because I would smash stuff.
Brandon fixed my car because he is a manly man and knows how to take apart engines and do stuff that I cannot even comprehend. He wins the gold star.
Dear Annabelle,
You will be home soonish. We shall swing and eat ice cream till we explode or vomit. I miss you.
P.S. Don't forget to bring your pooter so I can have all the old pictures and shiz. love love love.