Your home’s a promise long forgotten…

…it is the birthplace of your dreams.

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I know I’m weak.

I’m fully aware of it. And I know I made that mistake with you. And we both paid dearly and suffered for it. You more than I did.

 

 

I’m not making that mistake a second time. Not again. Not this time.

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I wish I was fucking heartless.

That way I could treat people like shit the way I’ve been treated myself and wouldn’t feel guilty about it.

Or I could stop caring so fucking much about shit that doesn’t concern me just to try and help, which would probably stop me getting into so much fucking trouble.

Fuck this shit, I need to get this high out of my system.

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…And apparently I never do learn.

I need to leave the fucking wall-punching antics out of my office. I got a scolding from my immediate superior, HR and the CEO, because I left one of the walls in the parking lot all bloody and had to have my hands and knuckles bandaged.

Fuck.

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I am a gigantic masochist.

 

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