Blurty for whiskey dream.
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| Sunday, July 10th, 2005 |
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in no particular order. - they want to cut my 80-yr old grandpa open to keep the tumor from getting bigger. my grandpa wants it too. but what if his body can't take it? but doctors said that that he won't get better either way. what the fuck do those assholes know!!! i wish they'd just shut up if they can't help him. - you don't get it! i want you to acknowledge this! whatever the hell this is! we don't owe each other explanations. but if i turn flaky and i begin to look stupid to the naked eye i want to be able to walk away with my pride intact. stop giving me reassurances about love. i don't know what the hell they're for. - thesis! God, why can't i get myself to edit it? i should be writing my paper by now. - country? to hell with the government! i hope they all fucking burn in hell ten times over! fuckers!!! FUCKERS!!! i wish each and everyone of you who screwed this country over extremely slow and terribly painful, bloody deaths. fuckers!!! the people trusted you you bloody motherfuckers!!! *seething* +/ |
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Blurty for whiskey dream.
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