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I deleted what I wrote previously. I did not want my little sisters to read, in depth, what I put myself through this past friday. I fell back into a funk, and made a mistake that I wish I was sober enough to stop. I did learn something else, though. Learning sucks. Learning hurts. I learned that I am SO DONE with the family I involved myself with about a year and a half ago. My "boy" in New York, as far as I'm concerned now,will no longer be my boy. I allowed myself to become involved with someone who is far too similar to me. We were set off by the same things, and we had the same flaws. I will only prolong my "I don't really give a shit" attitude if I stay with this boy. I need to find someone who can feed me more of this "do good for you" outlook on life. For the time being, I will do it on my own. It would be great if this perfect guy came along in the near future, but I think I can handle being without him for a good while.
I'm starving. Anybody wanna go get some Outback?! I love me a good, rare, filet mignon, side of veggies, please, and a salad with ranch. Sure, ranch is fine. I'd also like a good strong beverage. ooh, I can have a beverage here. Then again, is the wrath of the girl who dislikes an every night drinker worth a beverage? Is it possible for me to do anything right? Or am I destined to be the example of what not to do?
Can I lay down some curse words? I really feel like it. I'm angry. I'm frustrated. I hate people who pretend they are your friend. They all "really care," don't they? I don't pretend. If I don't really care that much about you, I'm not going to make you think that my shoulder is for your tears. I am a very compassionate person, don't get me wrong, and I give everyone as much respect and concern as I would like, but in the long run--- I don't know where I'm going with this. I hate fake people. I have been raised to not be fake, and to live with all my heart. Where are all the people who care? The only care I see in this world is, "what does Cosmo say I should be wearing this season?" "What's the latest diet, so I can look like a sickly whore?"
Speaking of which: I really hope in the future I don't have a daughter. If I do, I hope I can compete with the smut that is this world. I cannot watch TV without being disgusted in what my poor sisters are watching. --cleveage, my ass hanging out of my shorts at 12, the obsession of what boys think of me at age 9, only making it worse as you grow older.When I was a little girl, I could give two shits about boys. I mean, yeah, I had my crushes, but that is ALL I see these poor girls doing today. The only friends I had for more than one school year was my guy friends. I did not hang out with them because "it's so cool, I'm the only girl in this crowd!!" It was because I could talk to guys. They weren't judging me for what I was wearing, and I didn't care either. They just liked my company, and I enjoyed theirs. We laughed, we learned what growing up was, we had a BLAST! It makes me sick to see girls today, living their lives to impress. And the way I see girls acting around guys, holy, get a grip on yourself!! You look like a moronic floosy!

As you can see it's a slow topic day. I just said nothing in all that mess! Sorry, one vent lead to another. Have a great day!! Thanks for listening.