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Walk through his own boulevard... Welcome to Matt's Blog |
You kept talking about your alcoholism as if it was something that you enjoyed. Maybe you did... It meant my sister gave you attention. It meant that you could 'drown' in yourself and pretend you hadn't a problem in the world. We all have problems. You just wanted yours to show. Or maybe you didn't... From catatonia you brought me back. You made me more complete. And I respected you. I never loved you. No matter hat you think. Tomcat, you were a tragic moment and yet you made me euphoric. There was something about you that I could laugh with and joke with. There was something that even now i miss. But I hated it. I cant explain the thoughts in my head right now. It's all just so fucked up. So if you ever see this I hope you know i'm happier without you even though i'm sad. Jay will hold my hand because you cant rip us apart anymore. Cheerio my hated angel. |
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