People really confused the shit out of me. Why does it seem like the majority of my friends pick the worst time possible to start being shitty to me? I have about a total of 5 people I can truly count on. That is just ridiculous. (Side note, never trust anyone!).
The moral of this blog is TRUST. I'm going to stop giving people the benefit of the doubt. When I meet someone, I'm going to assume I can't trust them until they earn my trust. Then they'll probably lose it so what's the fucking point of it all? Fuck it, I'm moving to Ireland.
Put fingers on the keys.... Ok. Now go.
15 years ago
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A few notes. 1)I better be #2 (I'll allot #1 for your mom) 2)I completely agree. 3)I'll move with you. 4)You realize that alcholism is a requirement to be a citizen of Ireland. 5)I'm ok with that. 6)Sexy accents! Hello! Bring me an Irish sheep farmer that looks like the guy on P.S. I Love You anyday! 7)I love you best friend! 8)I'm only ever a frantic phone call and flying high way drive away! Loves!
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