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| Wow dude. You know what isn't a good idea. Waking up in the morning, saying... I'm going to go to AZ today. When I left I felt liberated, but then I smoked a fat joint and started trippin balls on life. So being alone with myself for 8 hours straight driving at night in the middle of no where really got me thinking about the most horrible shit. I've felt this pressure in my chest for the past 2 days, and it's starting to go away. On the way back I was hungover, confused and I called Alex crying. He actually helped me out a lot... So the rest of the way I just put myself on auto-pilot and drove the fuck home. I feel so weird and I hate feeling this way. I like my friend in AZ and he's into me too but I was trippin out the whole time and I didn't even hint that I liked him at all. Which brings me to the question of why the fuck he likes me... haha That road is cursed. Everyone I've known that has driven on that road has gotten a flat tire or their car gets messed up somehow. I got a flat tire, but I found it funny. How come I'm not happy with having it so easy. I'm bitching and some people have real problems. | ||||
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