guilty for not making sure Azz was coping. sad that he's gone. angry that he beat me to it. frustrated that i can't find somewhere to live. happy that i got a raise. disappointed that i didn't get put on full time. mad that my hair won't sit right. irritated at being used. annoyed at being led on. gloomy that i don't see you anymore.
To the cunt who incorrectly accused me of throwing a cigarette butt out of the window of my car, I hope you're happy that you managed to run salt in the already gaping wounds that I have
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