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.....not like anyone really reads this, but if you need me, I'll be in my dark, cold room...staring at the ceiling...wishing it would all go away....because, I can't make it go away. I can't do anything...I'm just a weak, pathetic bastard...a scared child. Nothing'll make it go away...it's already burned into my soul...it'll never leave me, it's the only thing I'm certain of.
Selfish? Possibly.
Upset? Yes.
Bitter? Sure.
Do I care? Not a damn bit.
Selfish? Possibly.
Upset? Yes.
Bitter? Sure.
Do I care? Not a damn bit.