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The Devil You Know....

Sometimes i do think it would be easier just to fuck off to windsor and leave everything of my life here that i have built over the past 9 years behind... It's too much of a daily struggle.. I don't like arguments about moving when I am the one who is being forced to give up my safety and security because of your personal situation, I have rights and while i'm trying to make my exit as graceful and as fucking polite as i can make it without starting another battle... it's still annoying to hear a set date earlier than the one you have given me.. I am losing patience with the world.. with the whole fucking house hunt and with the city of hamilton. It would be very easy for me to completely disappear and throw everything in storage and just not give a fuck anymore... Victoria is also tempting as i would be able to start over, but doing that sacrifices the only fucking thing in my life that has any meaning anymore... I just wish this was as easier process i'm sick of living day to day by my wits i'm sick of dealing with the two faced people and I'm sick of being controlled like i have no free will of my own.. maybe I should have been a deadbeat dad.. i had my freinds, my academics, my life, my safety and my security up in Windsor... Why did i sacrifice all that away? why Did I leave... to have this Unholy hell unleashed upon me... and every time i try and do the right fucking thing i keep getting knocked down.. whether it be by one corrupt system or another... I'll tell you this much.. I will fight the system I won't be backed into a fucking door again and have the things I hold valuble in my life taken away because i won't fucking play by their goddamn rules.

Current Mood: Depressed, Angry... (a bad combination.)
Do not be dismayed to learn there is a bit of the devil in you. There is a bit of the devil in us all.

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