The predicaments that I get myself into sometimes are so ridiculous I wish I could tell someone about them. But I can't. Because there is not a soul in this world I trust to not judge me anymore. I guess that should make me sad.
I can't trust anymore. That's what sucks the most. Is that everyone I know would look at me call me a slut or an alcoholic if they really knew what my life is like.
And ironically, if I told them why I'm doing these things, they would probably say 'awww I'm so sorry' or something lame like that.
Consider this my lame depressing blog post.
I miss you Greg. God I really really do. But I can't stop moving forward.
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