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Greed? Part 2.

Sometime's it has to be about yourself. I'm done breaking my back and causing problems in my own life for other's for their finacial gain, i have one big blow out show left in me for this stupid plastic transformer's shit and then I am fucking gonzo, yesterday was a revealation about how little a few so called freinds care about me. it's time to look out for myself and only myself, there is no reason for me to do back breaking work without reward.... it's one thing to work for a few bucks but being told i can't get paid for the day is fucking bullshit and it's happened too many times in the past.. meanwhile i watch you buy fucking stupid shit without any though to my expenses... It's time to look out for myself and only for myself, as I said yesterday in this blog i have holy wars to fight.. this nonsense is going into the back room and being forgot about for a month and after july it's gone... I am fuckin done with this horseshit. it's not about someone else and his private collection, for me this has always about been about survival and bills, when it has and is endangering relationships with those i care the most about it is at a fucking end... I'm am not going to sweat bucket's so i can watch some assclown spent hard earned money off the sweat of my brow and then tell me he can't fucking pay me... that's it I am done... I am sick of fighting battles i can't win... I'll just take the money and run and be done with it all.

Current Mood: Angry.
Stuffocation: being overwhelmed by the stuff one has bought or accumulated

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