Friday, June 25, 2010

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She downgraded.

A lot.

I would enjoy this. I should enjoy this.

You're a backstabbing bitch. You're a bitch. You knew. You knew I would care too. What the fuck were you doing? I'm angry at you.

I'm tired.

I'm having a few bad nights.

I really want to settle down with someone. I miss having a girlfriend so much. Someone needs to put me in my place, because apparently I'm not capable of doing it by myself.

I'm depressed. I am. I have a long strand of good days that boost my mindset in to the cockiest motherfucker to drive the streets of bergen county and then that driver gets pulled over. and arrested. I have to have some disorder. Good good good good good BAD. Fuck this. I want love. That's the only thing I'd ever be desperate for. I get enough lustful satisfaction to fullfill the desire of a bull on extacy, but I can't seem to find anyone to dedicate myself to.

My investment is huge. If i put more than a month of time into you, realize it fucking means something. I don't talk to people with intentions of keeping them around as often as most. I have maybe 3 or 4 kids that I actually feel I need in my life. The rest are disposable or replacable to me. I mean that. I've said it before, I've separated myself from emotional attachment.

Only one person can absolutely destroy me. Only one person has that much of an emotional investment from me. One.

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