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You're on your own.
I don’t believe this failed attempt at journaling is still here. I can’t believe I’m here. After my mother passed away I dubbed 2015 as “Deathwish 2015,” and blew the insurance money on gambling...
you know how it goes...
My uncle died Friday. My best friend’s brother did too. Which funeral are YOU going to manipulate me into attending? I chose neither. I sobered up, shit on everything (coming down is NOT prett...
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I’m not dead.
I haven’t gotten AIDS or overdosed or fallen in love.
You could call it bathos.