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Why is it that good can never seem to come without bringing along a dispreportionate amount of bad?
For example: Overall decent weekend. Had an incredable time at Ali's party , and at the party after jo's show. But, I also found out that I've impacted the rest of the life of a person I love in a negative way, almost sliped back to the point of wanting to kill myself, and then fucking tonight I re-learn that I can't park worth a fucking shit. Hell, I damn near wanted to drive into a fucking wall on the way home from school tonight, but couldn't find an approprite one (ie. tall enough, made of concrete, and not attatched to a small business).
Life is the slowest, most painfull form of suicide. It's exacly what I deserve.
For example: Overall decent weekend. Had an incredable time at Ali's party , and at the party after jo's show. But, I also found out that I've impacted the rest of the life of a person I love in a negative way, almost sliped back to the point of wanting to kill myself, and then fucking tonight I re-learn that I can't park worth a fucking shit. Hell, I damn near wanted to drive into a fucking wall on the way home from school tonight, but couldn't find an approprite one (ie. tall enough, made of concrete, and not attatched to a small business).
Life is the slowest, most painfull form of suicide. It's exacly what I deserve.