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i'm fairly certain the high street era will be coming to a close very soon. it was fun while it lasted. i can't continue to take care of all these people, it's too much because i've ended up resenting some of them. i'll lived in a tiny closet room without a door for a year and a half. i've fronted rent for people who get paid more than i do but choose to spend it all on weed and booze. i've covered for people when they've gotten themselves into trouble, at great risk to myself. i've allowed myself to be taken advantage of for too long, and now i have to take the responsibility of being seen as the bad guy. i don't know how it came to be that generosity is seen as weakness and being a selfish bitch is the only way to gain respect. i loved them all at some point and in some ways, i still do. c'est la vie. macht nichst. onward!