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Sep 06, 2008 12:44

I remember when I used to live for the weekends.
When I threw away any plan I had to go to the "IT" party of the night/weekend/week.
When everyone called me because I always knew where the best parties and shows were happening.
When I got too drunk, hurt my friends, hurt myself and didn't give a fuck as long as I knew I could slug down a mixed drink and smoke a pack of cigarrettes later that day.

It wasn't that long ago.
But I don't miss that.
I don't miss it at all.
I can't believe I let depression and addiction get the best of me and propel me down such a ridiculous path.

I'm glad I stopped.
Glad I figured it out.
Glad I realized that that was no way to live, unless I wanted to end up in a dead end job for the rest of my short life.

I can't believe I was ever like that.
I seriously can't.
But it seemed so normal at the time.

All I can think to say is I'm Sorry.
But it's too little too late.
And now... everything has changed.
For better or worse.
Mostly I feel for better.

Now if only the rest of my friends could figure out how retarded they're being.
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