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The worst part of all of that?

After finally getting it off of my chest, it doesn't make me feel any better. Only worse.

Because it reminds me of how good you have it, and how shitty my life is, and the unfairness of it all is a goddamned slap to the face.

Maybe one day you'll have to face life on your own, and then your priorities might straighten out.

I doubt it though, that shit never works.

My tweets

• Mon, 20:33: The Charlie Sheen Roast. - You know what my favourite thing is about these Comedy Central roasts? You never... http://t.co/5yVNIkyi
• Tue, 01:04: "Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that the mere fact of our..." http://t.co/CkSE5IXC