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So I sat there for hours reading through everything I've ever written.
And holy shit im sorry, I suck.
There was a couple here and there I thought were good but over all I think I've written some pretty dumb shit :/
So to everyone who has sat there and read my stuff. I'm sorry I wasted most of your time.
I feel as I've grown in the past several years my style has changed and Yada yada, whatever.

I figured the one thing I've neglected to do is this... Blog business..
If I wasn't so used to literally talking to myself this would bother me a lot more, I'm literally the most unpopular person on the face of the planet.

But whatever...
I've been clean of drugs for a few months now that I've moved to Georgia from my hometown. And have only drank a couple times in that span but never got trashed.

I don't know if it's because I have a daughter or I'm just broke as hell.
But one thing I know is it fucking sucks.
I'm depressed, angry, and I work a minimum wage job at a pizza joint... But I fucking love pizza so it's totally okay with me for now.

When I get my funds and bills sorted finally and get a babysitter to take Emilynn (my daughter who is three months old now) for the night. I'm finding me a bag of weed. And I'm pulling an almost all-nighter. Maybe just to reminisce on the life I left behind or... To bury some recent bullshit. Or both. My insecurity knows no bounds. Woopdee.... :/

I'm like puking enthusiasm all over my keypad right now straight into this blog..

That is also called sarcasm.

Anyway...
I guess...

I'm.. :/ thats all for now?
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Uh..

Whatever
Fuck you.
Later