Clinton with every entry i read your writing becomes more and more interesting. i sit on the edge of my seat waiting to see what will come next in your life through a series of words so beautifully put. you rule my heart sir <3
I know how you feel...about the days I mean. It is funny how I should come across this after so long. So many days. I remember how you used to be. Do you remember that night we got stoned on Marie's roof? She is getting married soon...and expecting...I guess life caught up to her. That is why I cannot afford hate the world, my conscience wouldn't allow it. I hope you find what you are looking for (or escape what you are running from) not because I expect to see you again. I don't. I just hate seeing people I care about struggling with their demons. It is good to know that you are alive though. You should listen to Lockert. You guys taught me alot about who I am, with or without knowing, and I am in your debt. Kudos.
Marie's pregnant and expecting...Jeezum Crow. Remember that? I remember that night very well. We were driving back and the ambulance was behind us. We all flipped out, to say the least, because we thought it was a cop. I didn't notice until the two of you had said anything, haha boy, I was so out of it. It's easier to hate the world than to care about it. Maybe that's where I find my comfort. In agreeing with my "demons," perhaps? I've lost sight of what I started looking for. Now I'm only looking because it seems like the appropriate thing to do. Or because my eyes won't close. Running takes too much and I'm as drained as it is. I'm glad to know that I helped shape who you are today, as you surely helped do the same for me.-Afterall, we did grow up together. Love you. You will see me again. I promise. IM me sometime: saidlthelshotgun
Yea we did grow up together. But I really grew up only recently. I am starting to see things as I should have seen them a long time ago, and people for who they really are. I live with Wesley Fort and Scotty Davenport....they are not who I thought they were before...but they aren't bad guys either. They, like everyone else, are shaping me. I guess I don't know exactly who I am supposed to be yet. Here lately I just want to learn...about life, myself, my friends....but I never get much out of it at any one time...I will be lucky if I ever really learn one thing in my life...the implication I suppose is that there is always more to come....yea...ha...fucking ambulance....
I've learned a lot about life, myself (which changes like tides or the wind), and people. I've searched for and found peace. I've seen and caused chaos. I want to unleash something of that nature on the world. Mass hysteria. I know that whenever I talk to you and the others, no matter how much I've changed or the unfathomable hatred and despair that's ran amuck inside me, it always goes back when I talk to you all. Perhaps it's something along the lines of not wanting to admit that there is change, or it's just going to the things we originally stumbled upon in the beginning. I use that term 'stumbled upon' loosely, because that's all we ever really do. It all sums up to clinging to the things you first came to. Going back to your roots, even if they are in a God forsaken place like that
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And "Abbey motherfuckin' Vaughn" still has trouble spelling. Did I say anywhere in this that I was an alcoholic? No. I only admitted the fact that it is genetic half the time. OWNT.
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It starts with ending something.
In either case, the numbers mean nothing.
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No one's threatening.
Only making good observations.
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-joe
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It's easier to hate the world than to care about it. Maybe that's where I find my comfort. In agreeing with my "demons," perhaps?
I've lost sight of what I started looking for. Now I'm only looking because it seems like the appropriate thing to do. Or because my eyes won't close. Running takes too much and I'm as drained as it is. I'm glad to know that I helped shape who you are today, as you surely helped do the same for me.-Afterall, we did grow up together. Love you. You will see me again.
I promise.
IM me sometime: saidlthelshotgun
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-joe
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and when i used the excuse "it runs through my blood".
you laughed.
hipocrit.
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Did I say anywhere in this that I was an alcoholic?
No.
I only admitted the fact that it is genetic half the time.
OWNT.
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