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You Don't Exist...

I like the fact that for the last little while i have been living my life and while dealing with emotional pain due to the part of the year it is and missing my little boy, you the one who has caused all of it is not entering the equation, I haven't thought of you for any real reason in a few weeks and the reality is even thru the nostalgia filter or thru the blinding red eyes of anger I'm not sitting around brooding and waiting for things to change.. I am dealing with them and not brooding... Yes, it seems like i am at a standstill now but when i devote time and energy it's towards positive goals and how i can change things.. when i say I haven't thought about you it is because I have better things to do with my life.. I am currently considering all the angles and making plans for the future, some of which i might not be comfortable with but anything is better than the torture and hell of the past year, it's time for me to stand alone, stand for myself and Not be defeated... I don't see things thru the filter that i used to.. there is a lot more anger and I won't fix other's problems with me, but then again I never tried to in the first fucking place... I'll just do what I always do.. stand tall and hard.. between you and him... as always... but for the moment letting you occupy space in my mind is not even worth a momentary distraction, I have better and more fucking fun things to do...

Current Mood: Bored.
I've got an 'F', and a 'C', and I got a 'K' too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like 'U'

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