i think it's time to just let this go- let it out and get it over with.

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all you have at three in the morning is yourself. no internet, no sheen. no load, no ceej. no aj whatsoever. you have your four sticks of cigarettes and your buko ashtray. and you only have yourself. and your spewing out saline solutions again. fuck is all that's running through your head. and you want to strangle middle alo. you wish someone would listen to your muted shrills. and you wish someone would catch your tears. and you wish someone would mend your dying heart. and you wish someone would just hold your hand and tell you everything will be ok. and you yearn for someone to hold every bit that's left of you. you're slowly dying inside and all you can say is aj is such a fuck. don't make me hate you aj. i don't want to hate you. you're supposed to take care of me. you're supposed to make me smile. you're supposed to want to make me happy, but all you do is nothing. where did my aj go? and your camera isn't working. hell hath no fury like a woman scorn. and all you want to do is die. but then again, all you have at three in the morning is yourself. and you can't wait for tomorrow. all that's making you laugh right now are medina's writings on the wall.

that's over and done with. it's totally meaningless now. it's a big NOTHING. ok?

lots of love buboy :*