Why the fuck does god need a starship? ; or: Clinton is one emo little fuck

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And now it's 330 am, and here I am, suffocating, and anxious and frustrated and all sorts of terrible terrible things, and I'm crazy about her, but I'm also just crazy, and it all adds up to a very fucked up picture, and I wish I never started smoking, and I need a cigarette, and the resin in my bong just doesn't taste all that good at all, and my

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That won't be happening. Missed or not, the fact is that only a couple of people have even bothered to get ahold of me in any way, to see how I'm doing. You all know where I live. My phone number hasn't changed. A lot of people who I thought were my friends, my fucking family, have since disappeared completely. It may not seem like that big a deal, I was only fired, not the end of the world or anything. But that place was my fucking life. I poured my heart and soul into it for years, and was repayed at the end with a big, lovely knife in my back. So no, my dusty old shoes won't be crossing that threshold ever again.

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To claim that you have never had anything against me is pretty ridiculous, honestly. Some of the worst things ever said about me at the cafe were directly from you. And you're right, you propably would get your ass verbally handed to you. At the risk of making this a lot more personal than I wanted it to be, the fact that you still have your job after the shit you pulled not a week before I got fired fucking infuriates me to this day. The ownership functions as if it were a goddamn social club, and favoritism running that rampant is disgusting. Yes, I fucked up. I'm aware of that. I was not the model employee, but who the fuck there is?

To asnwer your question, and to be perfectly honest, no wer'e not cool. That fact that I was fired isn't your fault, I know that, but the fact that you weren't as well just pisses me off way too damned much.

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That's right, I forgot that blaming all your problems on drugs magically makes them better. If you want to delude yourself with the moral high ground, go on ahead. Yeah, I fucked up a lot. But I also attempted to talk to both Eldon and Dave and have them let me know what I was doing wrong. Both agreed to it, yet surprise surprise, they totally blew it off after that. I tried to take responsibility, and deal with mistakes. I guess I should have blamed all my shit on being a fucking junkie too, maybe then I'd still have a job there, right?

I didn't write this to raise drama. I posted something, you responded, and I spelled out my view on the matter.

And don't fucking flatter yourself with ideas that I hate you. You and everyone else at that place, with three exceptions, mean absolutely fuck-all to me. If it weren't for the fact that I had a tiny enough ounce of respect to give you my honest opinion, I'd have offhandedly deleted your comment the moment I saw it.