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The previously thought impossible has been accomplished. I've broken up with my girlfriend. Now MOST of you have no idea the unbridled hell I've gone through lately with this particular female. A long relation, I call it a fight, with splinters of happiness...and fucking. And man...those are some FUCKED UP splinters. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. Here comes that old familiar feeling. The one that goes as such: "Ok, I've broken up with her, now I have to sit and wade through an entire ocean of FUCK. AKA: "Let's work this out". God damn. Oh well, what are you gonna do. The levis will not break this time, no matter how much she suffers. WHAT THE FUCK ever happened to my god damned background image? I had a bad ass picture of an atomic explosion with neon orange, red, and yellow lines. I manipped it myself...where did it go? Fuck it, I'll make another one. Anyway, this is my hell, abandon hope all ye who enter here.