I am painting. I sketched out the flowers and other shit in the picture with the black pen Phill left at my house. Neat-o. I was really upset earlier tonight, but now that I am letting some things out, and not giving a shit, I feel better. I was all crying and stuff today. I cried twice. It just sucks knowing that someone you love would do that to
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