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OKAY, so maybe i went a little insane
but i can't fix it so i can just live with partial sanity.
i'm sitting here at my dad's, waiting for a ride. when would i ever have ever imaged that i'd WANT to go back to dundas? well, just a visit i guess. it's nice out. i can grab a pack of smokes. i can get high, once i get pot.
i can't spend all my money though, i've gotta save a big chunk for the week and a big chunk for some white on saturday, maybe some booze too. will i get a job? yeah. i have to. and i'm talking to myself in my own journal, i guess.
but i have to think this - do i really look like i'm fucking stupid? easy to manipulate, screw over? everybody likes doing it, it's cool.
bye.