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Tonight couldn't of gone much worse. Sure it started out sweet with my truck having four beautiful women in it but omg things just got fucked up. Not that I or any of them did/said anything wrong it's just a looong story. Had to drink some Capt M and some Miller to feel a little drunk to cheer up. But ya what should of been a night of partying ended up belly flopping. Maybe another time? Or maybe things can still turn good.
Times like these and alot of other times I've been having lately really make me wonder about life and where I'm heading in it. Seems like I'm in the wrong direction.
Times like these and alot of other times I've been having lately really make me wonder about life and where I'm heading in it. Seems like I'm in the wrong direction.