I've decided I don't like myself when I'm drunk, at leas tnot when I'm in uncontrollable beat up mode. I don't like scaring people. I feel friendless. Anyway, Brent got me high last night. I wanted to, but I didn't like it...again. I didn't want to talk. He's the opposite he tried to make me open up. Sometimes I wanted to cry. His head kept being
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