May 2011
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781, Massachusetts
I’m sick of working hard for nothing. I’m sick of my fuckin’ luck. Nothing good ever fuckin’ lasts.
May 21st
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781, Massachusetts
I had one of the best nights of my life. With you.(:
May 21st
270, Kentucky
I was attacked nine days before Christmas… And I’m wishing he really did have a gun. Knowing I could have escaped just makes me feel like a failure.
May 21st