i am sick of your lies, i am sick of your hate, I'm finally cutting through this haze

[spacerobfive]

Another morning and I come into work. I'm running a fantasy football draft for all of the sex offenders. Such a rich tradition of combining the two, I don't see how it could be unsuccessful.

Do you?

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[linzbinz]

I'm freaking out... I have no idea where you are, or if you're ok, or if you're even alive. I've tried calling your phone, but it's been disconnected, and I've tried looking up your parents, and I can't find their phone number. I've tried emailing Kevin, but he hasn't gotten back to me yet. I've even tried figuring out the name of the place you were working, to see if you were still there, or if they knew where you went, but after calling numerous places all over Ohio and Kentucky, nobody knew what I was talking about.
If you're with Sara, just tell me. I just want to know you're ok. PLEASE just let me know you're ok. I love you so much...please be ok. Email me or call me... Bunnybucket@hotmail.com or 505-784-3323