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I live in Ohio. I got the assheads out of my life. I got a job. Lynxies back with me. I live in a two story house with two room mates. Pot disgusts me. Ive got a couple of friends. My birthday is soon.
I hate Ohio. The good people in my life are turning into assheads. I TRY and get 20 hours a week at my job. I want to smash Lynxies face in. My roommates are moving into an apartment and I can't come so I have nowhere to go, which will result in losing my job. The couple of friends I do have are little wanna-be gangster boys and the ones who I have things in common with i can't ever see. I'm dreading my birthday because it'll be the same as every other year, a day full of nothingness. Maybe i'll just go to a strip club.
I try and I try and I always get back to phase 1.