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i find it to be a VERY VERY VERY FUCKING CRUEL IRONY that when my grades are the best they've ever been since FUCKING FIFTH GRADE, my mom still bitches at me about them. and this is BY FAR the lowest point in my life that I have ever gotten to...doing goddamn drug deals out of my fucking car....i hate this shit. i either need help/a girlfriend/best friend that actually cares enough to talk to me about it/heroine/a loaded shotgun....any of those 5 things would be nice.....thank you for your time, i doubt many of you read this thing cause i know i sure don't, which is why i'm actually writing sumthing semi-personal in here...i also notice that i only update when i need help. i feel like that dude in the loan commercials who always has on the smile but is like so in debt and needs help...yea...i feel like him. anyways, im gonna go play some load music with nikola, jesse and david now...post ur comments or call my cell phone (704 942 4527) if u feel like being chatty...i may or may not answer...yea. okay, ill ttyl.
sean
sean