So I clocked out for lunch, and the clock-in thingy told me happy birthday. I was so excited… and I got ice cream.
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It’s always by association to something else. Why can’t it be my own actual damn issues, it’s always gotta be something I can’t control that ends up kicking my ass..
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When you can’t help someone who can’t help themseves you can’t care for them and you get stuck. I never ask for this, so why does this always happen?… She’s going to go back to her ex because I let up, naturally, but when faced with such odds, what do you expect me to do?
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I’m stuck. I hate this. It’s so stupid. Older generations need to fucking die, or quit being shitheads.
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