Tuesday, April 1, 2008

He had a 45 that he always cleaned.

I'm at the point of thinking that you're to far gone now, it's too late. You used to be a good friend, probably about a year ago. Then you let the every day life consume your well being. It was depressing to see you fall harder and faster each day. I suppose that's the reason that I stopped hanging out with you. It was so childish, I couldn't believe it.
You got more immature every time I saw you, it got to the point of it being exhausting to talk to you. You need to pull yourself back to reality, how did you get so damaged?

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