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Anyone who knows me well knows I've gone through some serious shit in my life. Through the past year or so, when i've finally let myself heal, I've clung ot the hope that what I went through could help out those who saw me go through it. And it hurts when you realize it didn't. And now I'm on the other side, feeling the same helplessness that those who watched me must've felt. And there's nothing I can do. I mean, Sooo many people tried to talk sense into me, but you can only help those who help themselves. I would give anything to stop others from hurting. I just don't know how. And it's killing me.
Moving on... Stacey, I tried to call you. I've already talked to Lauren and straightened shit w/ her. If you told my sister and Eugene that I've been talking shit about them, I'd like to know why. I never said shit. I'm hoping it's a misunderstanding we can work out.
Other than that, life is still good. Frederick's clearances kick ass. So do strippers. This weekend is gonna rock. Then, two weeks til an even betterer weekend.
Side note... Conways' hot. So is Matt Striker. And strangely... So is Rory McAllister.
Moving on... Stacey, I tried to call you. I've already talked to Lauren and straightened shit w/ her. If you told my sister and Eugene that I've been talking shit about them, I'd like to know why. I never said shit. I'm hoping it's a misunderstanding we can work out.
Other than that, life is still good. Frederick's clearances kick ass. So do strippers. This weekend is gonna rock. Then, two weeks til an even betterer weekend.
Side note... Conways' hot. So is Matt Striker. And strangely... So is Rory McAllister.