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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Bad air in my lungs, man i cant breath

Song listening to: Say whats real by Drake

Its sad when some one sinks so low that on there birthday you want to take them out and they refuse. They dont refuse because they want you to save money. They don't refuse because they dislike you. They refuse because they have another suggestion. To pay his phone bill.

Today is your birthday K... I wanted to take you out. As did J... But you just ignore the fact we still care no matter how much you have dragged me in your fucked up issues; No matter how much you have ever done to abuse me mentally and physically; No matter what you have chosen over us for the past four and a half years. You use to be my life. I loved you, and now i pity you. You will always be a part of me because you are permanently on my neck.................
But i dont regret it. I regret being so blind and letting you get to this state. You say we will be back to where we were back in the day. But for that to occur, you would have to make effort, and you wont even pick me up down the street at 4 in morning because the bus wasn't comming, until i offer you money of course. I see what you truly want. That is a lie. I see what that devil inside of you wants, but i know you really dont want this. I realized that the first time you cried on my shoulder.

Im moving out... July first... We are done and i dont have the guts to tell you. Its your birthday and the candles are slowly melting as you zone out into your own life and disregard what you really need. All you do is feed that inner demond. But as you say, what do u have to live for, so then why would you change... Maybe for me... The old you would have. The old you would have straightened me out and never had the thought that you would be the childish person... Why?

Ending song: Lose yourself by Eminem

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