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Just these two to keep me company on a Saturday night. I don’t mind.
Mind
I blog in my head when drunk.
What are friends? Aren’t friends supposed to be people you depend on? People who ask how you’re doing? These people who I have been calling my friends don’t care about me. I still care about them and they put no effort into me. They don’t know my struggles or my successes. They don’t make sure I get home safe on a drunken night. They’re not my real friends. They once were. I just hate losing people who were the most important to me at one point. I guess I should be happy at what I have my family, my girls, and my boyfriend. Who needs them?
lmao. wtf?
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What a perfect closet..
