Touching from a distance, further all the time

It's out of control.

Monday, May 14, 2007

I haven't wanted to die this much in ages.

Thanks a lot James. Some fucking brother you are. What the fuck do you not get about keeping your fucking word. Go fucking get alcohol poisoning and fucking disappear. I fucking hate you all over again. This last year of tolerance with you is finished and I'm even more fucking sick of you than I ever have been throughout my entire fucking life. Don't take my cigarettes, don't take my weed, don't take my pipe, don't take my alcohol, don't take anything and don't even ask for shit, because I have no love or respect for you at all. Fuck off because I am fucking through with this.

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