Declaration of Independence of the Imagination and Man's Right to Madness

Asperges Me

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So; where do I find myself?

Semi-drunk, unloved, uncared for.

Do I care right now?

Yes.

Did i break down and call the one person I can relate this all happening back to? 

Yes.

Liv.

Regrettably; I crawled back to the image that I have exalted for so long.  I called her tonight to let her know that I still love her, and that I still ...well...love her.

The girl I am living with, or was living with, told me tonight that she is attracted to someone else, that this "someone" was her soulmate.  Now I could give a shit less about this bitch, that is why the recent post have been void of this cunt, because she is in fact a cunt.  But for some reason when she told me that she was attracted to someone else I flew into a violent rage.  I don't know if it was just male vanity or that I actually cared about this twat.  I assume it was merely that I am vain and no one is allowed to fuck that which I am currently fucking.  Yet still, the rage was there.

...My life sucks currently.

Tomorrow I am going to find out if I can transfer down to Florida, the state, or Brooklyn.  If so I just might exit the state all together. 

I have no home here.

I have no friends here.

I am alone.

I am going to make my mind my best friend, like I should have from the beginning.

Everything I love
Will fuck me over in the end.

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