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Post by publicadmin on Nov 11, 2008 20:28:42 GMT -5
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When did my life get so fucked up? Even if it was after the drinking, my best friend still died. Laying there in her dispair, she was screaming for help when we didn't listen. Stupid boys. There all the same. Whether they come home to late with their hair all messy or they drink away there life and yell and yell.. and hit. Can't she see I hate her? She's the most meanest, manipulative bitch out there, and she doesn't see me stabbing her with a knife in her perfect body. She hurts me, calls me names, and steals my boyfriends. But I am still her best friend. My head hurts like hell. Wait. Where am I? These aren't my clothes. This isn't my apartment. Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone help me? You are the cockiest, nastiest, whore. You can't even spell your own name. Your vain. You smoke, you are the ugliest thing ever. I can't even begin to describe how much I love you.
S A N F R A N C I S C O This is it. Your here. San Francisco. The lies, the cheating, it all ends here. This is heaven. The cleanest place around. You can't even begin to describe how friendly everyone here is. The schools are great. There is no crime. Here's the catch, everything I just said is a lie.
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