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False Freinds....


we are not fucking impressed by people who claim to be freinds and fucking leech or cause emotional turmoil... I am too old for this shit and have too many goddamn responibilties for fucking high school nonsense... i'm busy moving to another spot on the hamilton mountian becuase i need to advoid drama from the downtown core. this city isn't the healthiest for my mental health or to raise a kid in unless it's away from the core... trust me i know better than most... i'm helping to raise kids from this city as well as my own. i don't need to be as angry as i was last night at two people who claim to be freinds.. i have my real fucking support circles and people that will go out and put their necks on the line for me... why am i even going to acknowledge the others who just want a peice of me for the own selfish reasons and/or to pass judgement on my lifestyle. sorry.. too self involved for that. there isn't much in this world that means anything to me anymore except for my family, my kid and my good freinds... and those people know exactly who they are... every one else can go fuck themselves because i'm done... i'll deal with my respoinibilites in this life and start dealing with a lot of things in my head in my own little special way. there's a reason i haven't associated with certian people from my past or even recently, freindship isn't a one way street.

Current Mood: Pissed Off.
Current Music: Alice Cooper, Bed of Nails.

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