Whatever
This is my first journal entry on this blurty-shit thing. I'll just type what's on my mind....
I'v got this friend who thinks just like me. I'll call him Frank. He's so cool, and yet he's friendless. I'm his only fucking friend...he's messed up. He works at a funeral home with dead bodies. He doesn't need that...it's just fucking him up even more. If you think about suicide, it doesn't help to have to embalm and cremate the dead. I'm scared that I'll get mixed up into something psychotic. I don't want to be thrown into something serious, like a murder or something. I know I may be blowing this out of proportion...but I believe that anyone is capable of anything if they become motivated enough to take action. He has reason to be motivated. I'm screwed, I have to be there for him because he is so much like me, or how I used to be, that it's painful to think of him as any other way than my friend.
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