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The only truth is the assumption that is beleived.
Hard times are just another way to prove your existence.
Real friends and emotions can come from the wierdest of places
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It's the little things
Everyone has drama, but how you react determines how big it is
You will die one day
Paying some type of bill is in the forseeable future
loving every minute of my bunny
= all of that for free 99.

Waiting for my return home, priceless.




"I'm taking control of my life, what the fuck have you done?"- Gibson

Beleive

I refuse to be another lesson learned. I guess in a sense i knew what would happen from the beggining. And yet i stayed, because thats what i knew i wanted. I waited months for your return because I knew that's what was RIGHT.

I woke up with beads of sweat streaming down the right side of my face. The cool night air tumbled in through my open window and smashed its unforgiving breeze into my face. I was beyond freezing. I sprang from my bed to close the window, due to my clumsiness i tripped over my covers and i crashed into the floor. I looked down to see the light brown colored dog, with the white chest and a silly little rose sticking out of it's mouth. Thing saved my life, because there was a pair of scissors right under it ( i should clean my room). i got up and finally closed my window i noticed that the tropical ginger body mist was still outside where i threw it. I turned around to look in my cheap mirror and noticed i was unconsciously gripping the remaining two wooden beads in my hand. I shook my head and stepped forward.  There was a piercing pain that went all the way through my body to my heart. I threw up my foot to see a thumb tack. i turned the lights on and noticed a sort of frail piece of blond hair wrapped around. i Quickly new who's it was and i proceeded to throw it away. But instead i put it in my purple pouch with my broken wooden bracelet beads. I laid back down to the blue clock blinking 2:20 AM. Still gripping my bracelet i fell asleep.


Don't ever say that nobody out here isn't trying to reach out to you. OR everyone hates you. Because your forgetting the forgettables
I am becoming just a memory again, because u refuse to accept or just don't want to accept that the one of the few people who would get on his hands and knees to help, bow down to wrong and take it up the ass.

IS the same person who would listen to your every word. Cut an ugly line in his eye brow because you said it was cute. let you rip his chest open whether u actually could or not.


 Beleive me when i say, i love my bunny.
But take to heart when i say that we miss you. that i miss you.

I miss

I miss those late night trips back from martinez, the familiar reflecting dots on the rode, and the long stretch that stemmed from your house. Just the trips themselves, i felt at ease, as i drove the swagger waggon with the windows down, and my dad asleep in the passenger seat. The wind whisking away any imperfections and tossing them out the window. I miss being able to wake up as a kid and realizing that i have tons of time before i became older and had real responsibilities.

It's time to count my blessings. and i'll start with you. Because without you, i would have been stuck in my little pity party, i wouldnt have come to realize so much. i wouldn't have found her.

Thank you.

I'll be back. Just maybe a little bit more grown up.