I really don't care if I spelled anything wrong

Aug 04, 2005 01:56

Well this promises to be a long post that will piss people off. If you keep reading it's your own damn fault.

To get right to the point, I'm sick of the way my life is going. I'm sick of what people think of me and I'm sick of what I've become. I'm not being emo, and I am in no way trying to complain about life. I am simple saying that I do not agree with the way things have turned out and it's time I do something about it.

I know I'm not the nicest person ever, I know I have said and done horrible things, and I don't expect to be forgiven for most of them. But I am very sorry. If I have done anything to hurt you in anyway, please believe that it was never my intent. There are three of you inparticular that I mean. First and foremost is Bryan, you are my brother and the closest friend I could ever hope for and I stabbed you in the back like a fucking prick. I will never forgive myself for what I did to you. The other two will remain nameless. I just hope you know who you are and that you can forgive me.

I really don't know what I'm hoping to accomplish here and I'm well aware of the fact that no one will take this exactly as I mean them to, so I'm not terrible concerned. But then I suppose thats my problem I just don't give a shit. I really don't give a shit about a lot of things. I act for the amusement of those around me and to keep up the delusion that I have some sort of substence. I don't even know if I do........

yeah yeah it's sad and depressing, but let me assure you I am neither. I have a good life and good friends, it's just that I don't feel like I my self am a good person.

So there are you happy? I put myself out there Iwas an open book, I just admited to things I've never wanted to say before. you know who you are.

Ok I'm done. this isn't a plee for attention or some desperate cry for help. Just an anouncement of my reform. I really don't want any comments on this one and I'll probably delete it soon.
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