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Unless it's absolutely necessary, sometimes I choose not to deal with decisions that are being thrown in my face. Maybe I'm tired of being shit on for being the nice guy. Maybe I'm tired of ppl not doing something for me and me being made to feel guilty about it? Maybe this shit is the reason I moved out of Orlando. I suppose you could say I'm running from my problems but at least I miss the good times and not dwell on the bad. And at least I can say I've been honest.