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Wrong Week.



This is the wrong week to piss me off. I will Fucking ghost you like you never ever existed no matter how long we have been freinds.  It’s happening and it’s not just one person that is getting that treatment. You affect my life in a negative way and you are not my sons mother? You are fucking gone.


I am sick of people that take advantage and don’t care because there situation is better than mine. You’re either my freind or you aren’t. I have responsibilities too. If I do something out of friendship don’t constantly fuck me over. I remeber very well why I kept my distance when I was fighting my private war and had a decent income coming in. Because I’m the asshole freind that you do stupid shit with and make fun of.


Ever wonder why you’re little brother has my complete respect yet you don’t? Because of the difference in the way the two of you treat me.you’re a fair weather freind. And I honestly have enough of them. You piss me off enough. Well just ask TJ up in Windsor how that went.


I am considering something huge in the new future and I will take gasoline and burn every bridge here to protect what I hold

Most dear. If I go back to Windsor I won’t ever come back. But there’s conditions  that must be met first.


But I burned and destroyed every time I had to this fucking city once before when I left for school, I can do so agian. I know who was there for me and had my back but when I feel that there are knives in my back I can walk the fuck away and never look back on so called freinds who only use me as the butt of the joke.


I had a wife born with a silver spoon in her mouth. My life wasn’t always this complicated even after her and I wasn’t always this poor. I am in a good place when I budget but I’m not going to be looked down on by anyone because they think they are better than me because of an accident of birth. What makes me strong would have killed you. 


I don’t like being Manipulated by fair weather freinds.

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