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if there's anything that i'm not going to acknowledge, or care about, or be happy about, it's that today is my anniversary.
i said my because it's just mine. not yours, not hers, not his, not it's or it. it's sentimental, and it means things to me. i don't expect any of you to understand. not in your garbage can worlds, and not with your fucked senses of commitment. especially not you. especially not all of you. you can run away to your friends house, and look forward to your futures, but all i can do is run away to a warm needle, or 12 hours of sleep, or a big black dude with a gun, and horrible, horrible ideas about things.
so, uh, it's been a while, and 2 years ago i'd've hated myself now, but i'd have hated all of you now, too. bunch of creeps, you all are.
fuck you all. except linda and my girlfriend smike. and our pets.
garbage.
i said my because it's just mine. not yours, not hers, not his, not it's or it. it's sentimental, and it means things to me. i don't expect any of you to understand. not in your garbage can worlds, and not with your fucked senses of commitment. especially not you. especially not all of you. you can run away to your friends house, and look forward to your futures, but all i can do is run away to a warm needle, or 12 hours of sleep, or a big black dude with a gun, and horrible, horrible ideas about things.
so, uh, it's been a while, and 2 years ago i'd've hated myself now, but i'd have hated all of you now, too. bunch of creeps, you all are.
fuck you all. except linda and my girlfriend smike. and our pets.
garbage.