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I've been called a lot of nasty things recently. Each one assorted and from different people. I was only trying to help. Why is it that I am blamed when all I was trying to do was make sure they were in safe places?
I am grounded for life at home (which will mean, what? Three months for me of practically nothing...) and I can't muster many verbal acts of communication. I think I've lost that ability for the time being. It's okay... replies end up giving you trouble anyway. All three of my friends were angry with me... I guess I deserved it. If you let people scream and curse you and you say nothing, they will eventually tire of you. So please, continue. Let it all out. I'm a stone, I won't be phased... right?
My time was hard as well. I don't think they realize the s**t I've been through. I look like hell, and half my face is horrible. My stab wound is infected from not treating it right, and my wrist is broken. So who's worse? Mm? I sympathize Brent for his wound... it looked downright nasty. But I knew he'd be safe with my uncle. I didn't think he'd go through boot camp, but I knew he'd be safe.
 Keoteki · Wed Apr 18, 2007 @ 10:21pm · 2 Comments |
