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First Blood

Nothing like a wonderful weekend of being sick and not feeling a goddamn thing, I am trying to retain the positivity from last week, after all i have a little boy who just turned 8 and even tho things suck i should be celebrating, all i am doing is being an insomniac and being frustrated. I have not been able to keep anything heavier than rice down for days, and the last fucking thing i need is someone complaining to me about their petty little issues that they themselves are responsible for, you think you have a shitty life, look at mine i have real world problems i have to deal with, here's a shovel, you are responsible for the decisions you make in your life, don't come crying and complaining to me.... I don't have fucking time for the drama in your life because I have enough of it in my life... you can have an argument... i'm fighting a war for my heart, soul and career.. i don't need your shit dragging me down, especially this close to the fucking holidays, sometimes people that are a part of my past need to be stay dead and buried in my past.

Current Mood: Sad, Depressed.
God would have mercy. He won't

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