if i'm really in the way of you making more money by selling weed then tell me to go the fuck away.
please. don't just say things to be mean...and if you did mean that then you should let me know.
you can make it or you can break it.
i'm so fucking miserable right now. all i want to do is sleep, sleep, and sleep. i hate everything around me and i hate being awake. i know i'm not concious though, because if i were then things would be so much easier to bare.
i have a plan though...and the outcome is all me. just me. for me.
we've come too far haven't we?
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