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i've decided that living sucks. i really dislike the whole idea of life. so many people fuck you around and fuck you over. it used to be that i could just smoke some weed and everything would be just fine. but i've realized that weed is just a temporary solution to everyday problems, along with every other drug.
i had a job for 11 months. i was out every night, and i thought that was happiness. however, now that i'm unemployed, i spend most of my days sitting at home, either sleeping or playing guitar. all my so called 'friends', aren't really my 'friends' unless i have money or weed, or any other drug to share and get fucked up on. well thats BULLSHIT. complete and utter bullshit.
even my closest 'friend', the one who i would hang out with everyday, cause i thought we clicked in a way like i haven't with any of my other 'friends', won't even return my calls. the funny part about it, is that he didn't even have a job or money for months and months, but he was the first person i would call to chill with.
god. if i only had a gun. or several guns.
i wouldn't shoot anyone, but i sure as hell would make myself happy.
there are a lot of pieces of shit out there. people who will do anything to get high. people who will hurt their closest friends just to make themselves look better. they don't care who's feelings they hurt or how they make others feel. its all drugs drugs drugs.
oh. and love. ha. i'm not even gonna try anymore.
ok. i'm not saying that drugs have ruined my life. but at this point they sure have made it shitty. i really hope that these pieces of shit that i was hanging out with don't amount to anything. i know one day i will be better then them.
fucking millville trash.
fuck everyone. fuck you. fuck me.
i had a job for 11 months. i was out every night, and i thought that was happiness. however, now that i'm unemployed, i spend most of my days sitting at home, either sleeping or playing guitar. all my so called 'friends', aren't really my 'friends' unless i have money or weed, or any other drug to share and get fucked up on. well thats BULLSHIT. complete and utter bullshit.
even my closest 'friend', the one who i would hang out with everyday, cause i thought we clicked in a way like i haven't with any of my other 'friends', won't even return my calls. the funny part about it, is that he didn't even have a job or money for months and months, but he was the first person i would call to chill with.
god. if i only had a gun. or several guns.
i wouldn't shoot anyone, but i sure as hell would make myself happy.
there are a lot of pieces of shit out there. people who will do anything to get high. people who will hurt their closest friends just to make themselves look better. they don't care who's feelings they hurt or how they make others feel. its all drugs drugs drugs.
oh. and love. ha. i'm not even gonna try anymore.
ok. i'm not saying that drugs have ruined my life. but at this point they sure have made it shitty. i really hope that these pieces of shit that i was hanging out with don't amount to anything. i know one day i will be better then them.
fucking millville trash.
fuck everyone. fuck you. fuck me.