all right, so technically i missed a post. i mean, it's true, i missed a post by around 20 minutes.

trying to calculize, and it is hard. really hard. tomorrow morning i am going to get back at it, as i don't have class. i think i will pass, but i also thing i will *barely* pass.

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today my girl asked to see my bullet wounds. i only have two, but it looks like three. in the upper part of my left arm is a scar that looks like a bullet, but it was just a screwdriver some motherfucker tried to put through my neck and missed. yeah, i don't miss dad either.

she touched the scars like they were special or delicate, but truth is, they are numb. i can't feel anything, well sometimes there is a funny-bone nerve twich, like some flesh is out of place, but it isn't a normal feeling. it is a broken feeling.

i bear it, and though it makes me feel proud, i more wish she would find my dick and get it over with. i ain't proud of them, and i fuck to forget.