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Apr 14, 2009 12:20

I said I'd quit.
Nine and a half hours later, I find myself impatiently and eagerly waiting in line at "Fiesta Liquor" 
All for one pack.
By midnight the pack is devoured.
This happens when you're drinking profusely.
I lack self control.
I'm slipping and I just can't hide.

I often find myself lost in the beat of the music.
It sounds cliche, but somehow it all relates to the loneliness I feel inside.
Lately, I've realized that family are the only people to count on:
Not Veronica.
Not Catrina.
Not Javi.
Not Nick.
Not Miguel.
Not Sideburns.
False promises of friendship opens your eyes.
The phone no longer rings. When it does it about their problems or mere boredom.
She's often remembered saying "What other reason is there to call if i'm not bored?"

Pathetic twenty-two years of existence thus far.

On a lighter note... JoelPAC and I are BFF's :D
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