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ThirtyNine. (39.)

Monday, May 24, 2010

C cut 39 times.
MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND CUT THIRTY NINE FUCKING TIMES.
AND TALKS ABOUT IT LIKE IT WERE NOT EVEN IMPORTANT.

HOW DOES ONE GO FROM 1 CUT HERE OR THERE A COUPLE TIMES
IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE
TO CUTTING THIRTY NINE FUCKING TIMES
OVER A FUCKING BOY.

Forget the fucking fact that alot of my cuts have been based in part
on the trials and tribulations of the wonderfully fucked up C.
and the fucking asshole otherC.
JUST FORGET THAT BECAUSE I AM UNIMPORTANT.

HOWEVER.
MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND
DOES NOT DESERVE THIS SHIT.

She needs to get the fuck over that stupid fucking asshole
who shall not be named.
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i want to ask how she can be so hung up on someone
who's screwed her over so many times in like 2 years.

but i know the feeling exactly.
because i get the same shit from her.


Whatever.
I'm done with Chilliwack.
Nobody from Chilliwack even misses me,
no one cares that i'm not there.

so fuck it all.

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