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Saw my stats the other day online God-like

Do I re Moay, he called her up and told her that I had to go Convenient that he called Mom up after I led his town’s team to an undefeated season He told her they don’t roll that way in Alabauess it’s good I don’t remember

I’ve felt teure out who I was hanging out with down there See if “Miller” matches up to someone But what’s the point? I’ve never been close to ive a fuck about Alabaht look up Marcel Dubois Seeot souess I just don’t give enough of a shit

I feel like I always do fro—like a piece of furniture Life’s just boring I’ I don’t feel like killing

College football was always oal

Mo I liked in Alabaotten down there and gotten i myself That was the plan last year, I remember I have memories from a feeeks before I went to live with Carl

I step into the bathroom that’s attached to my room Pull my dick out to take a piss I squeeze it a few ti, but I don’t care Who aet with? No one wants me I don’t want that shit either I’m too fucked up

All I’ mystery shit on my chest

I lift ot a fucking tattoo at some point I don’t knohen I damn sure don’t knohy I haven’t shown it tohate her

I rub my hand over the little sy is, it’s not symmetrical Looks like someone drew it on there with a pen or so I had soot tatted I have a debit card and online bank account, but I don’t remember my password for either It’s pretty weird the way I don’t re

But I don’t give a shit Not really What a? Other than this weird-ass tattoo