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  • Sep. 24th, 2008 at 1:13 PM
think
So to top all that off, Stephanie is not happy. I forgot how bad her looks can kill.

I also get a letter from my ex-landlord, a bill for $1718.55, for the most outrageous charges I have ever seen.

I need to get the fuck out of this place, I'm losing my mind. I can't breathe here anymore, I can't breathe right now.

I need help, I need help, God I need help. I just need to get there. I just need to get there.

  • ...:::Feeling:::...:screwed
  • ...:::Singing::...:Chris Cornell - Scream | Scrobbled by Last.fm

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  • Sep. 24th, 2008 at 12:45 AM
Chris
So. . .  I'm thinking it's time to delete Andy from everywhere. . . he's calling everyone else under the sun baby now, posting pictures of Mel, I'm just done. . . Leave it to me to find every god damn wishy washy, I want you/I don't, we're friends/we're more, don't talk to me/don't leave me cocksucker on the god damn planet.

Why do I even have the right to get angry I pushed him away long before he pushed me. I knew though, all those promises of I have so many things I want to show you, and I feel like I'm that kid's dad, and forehead kisses, and FUCK YOU BUDDY!

Seems others need to learn what omission means. Why is it so god damn hard for you to just fucking tell me things?!

My son will NEVER meet another man EVER.

  • ...:::Feeling:::...: pissed off
  • ...:::Singing::...:Chris Cornell - Scream

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Please. . .

  • Sep. 21st, 2008 at 11:09 PM
come
He told me last night he thinks I'm following my feelings. . .

Every fiber of my being is telling me he's in Idaho right now.

I had brief moments this weekend of panic where I thought, just maybe. . .but right now. . .

I'm literally ill, physically ill, because I know, if he is. . . that's it. I'll be done. I'll move to Cedar just the same, and hope to God I don't ever see his face.

  • ...:::Feeling:::...: crushed
  • ...:::Singing::...:My Never - Blue October

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  • Sep. 10th, 2008 at 2:15 PM
come
What in the hell made me think I could do this?

You can't say those things to me and go fuck her on the weekends. You can't tell me the length of my hair is yummy, you can't call me and say it's also because you needed to hear my voice. That it's been too long, and then send me a fucking song about the eyes of a woman when it's not about me, that you hadn't thought about the song being about her. You can't text me asking if I'm okay. You can't do those things and lay your head down with her.

I hate you. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU!!!!!


I love you. God I love you.




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