why am i so incompotent? when will this house burn down with me in it? why cant i shrug the past? no one really cares anyways, so whats the point of caring myself? jail was fun, and so was the bar after. some gay dude and his friend drove us home, and supposedly Brandy and I did it, which i have no recollection of it what-so-ever. we wake up, and i
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