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F me... I cant even write a paragraph without shit disappearing.
Should I even ask people to hang out anymore, I fear my attempts are once again faltering, and I am forced to linger in town and wait for a phone call that is neer going to come.
I had more to say, but I am to depressed to right it all down. I feel I am a material boy in a material world... j/k, but not really j/k.. if you catch my drift.
I'd call tommarrow, but its fathers day, and even though most of the time I hate my father for who he is and how he will never change, I feel the need to give him one day of my attention, one last time.
hell, maybe I'll call tommarrow anyway, plan or something, but that willl most likly fall through...
story of my life...
expect a phone call, i think
Should I even ask people to hang out anymore, I fear my attempts are once again faltering, and I am forced to linger in town and wait for a phone call that is neer going to come.
I had more to say, but I am to depressed to right it all down. I feel I am a material boy in a material world... j/k, but not really j/k.. if you catch my drift.
I'd call tommarrow, but its fathers day, and even though most of the time I hate my father for who he is and how he will never change, I feel the need to give him one day of my attention, one last time.
hell, maybe I'll call tommarrow anyway, plan or something, but that willl most likly fall through...
story of my life...
expect a phone call, i think