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January 21, 2009
I hate when old events recycle in my mind. What is that all about really?!

This morning when I woke up, I was thinking about two individuals in my life who are no longer in my life. Do I miss them? Not anymore. I use to, but not anymore. When these thoughts resurfaced, a part of me just wanted to remove the thought and memory, and another part of me wanted to say, “FUCK YOU!!!” That’s right I said it, “FUCK YOU and your miserable fucking ICKY leech faces! I don’t give a fuck about you and your miserable lives!!!"