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Well. I learned what the pain was. Shoulda guessed all along. I was suffering from chest wall inflammation at the time, so the muscles in my chest wall were inflamed and already agitated. Here's where I jump out of a prudent frame of mind and suffer from the hereditary allfiction that comes with my last name. Getting hurt because of a pretty girl.
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talked to Cody again last night for about 30 minutes. nothing but fighting. which is ridiculous, but what can you do. he can do nothing more than say that i'm acting "schitzo" and that i need to go to a psychologist whenever i get home. that's not exactly the best thing to say to the girl that you tell you love every time you talk, even though you're still broken up. agreed? agreed. but WTF ever, nothing i can do now. i'm picking up the pieces and moving on like i always do. getting ready for my jam packed summer of working three jobs (oh yeah...) and then my fall semester of fun-filled classes of (that's right, folks) 20 hours! YAY! can't fuckin wait... i digress as well. gotta get some stuff done for my radio project tonight. talk to you later... :) because i can again! hahaha
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Agreed. That's...surprising that he totally blamed everything on you. If anyone went schitzo it was him. So screw that mess. I beleive that took a lot of gall to tell you you need to go to a PSYCHOLOGIST. I wouldnt worry about him. I think you're better off...Im glad you're keepin your chin up. Thats awesome! But...im sorry about your summer...workin three jobs and everything...but at LAST and at least you got the internship!! HELLS yeah. Thats right, i said it. But the 20 hours...DANNNG!! But you're tough...you just gotta figure out the right amount of play to inject into the work...which im sure you wont have trouble doin heh ;) Anyhow i gotta run my dad back to the big nashville. Talk at ya later! Heh
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