Nov 27, 2017
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Hey it’s me. And this is my snapchat. Drop by and see me sometime.
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Oh well
It almost sucks that I won't make it to 2017. 17 is my lucky number. But I'm 17 now. I think it's a good stopping place. I think I'm done. I hope you all have great New Years and Christmases and holidays. And I hope -you- are happy with your angel.
I can't help it...it's like impulse. Like involuntary muscles. I blink, my heart beats, my diaphragm contracts and expands...and I love you.
The Sheep without a Shepherd
Black green cinnamon chartreuse for the color thing
Oohhh cool. Well thanks random follower person. I don’t know why you think that highly of me but I’m very flattered. U mah homie 2.
I'm really stupid and I feel dramatic. I hate drama...then again I hate myself. Sorry for the weird shit that's been going on...it has not been a good month...or year.
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Jesse Bradford Welch a.k.a. Tired Piece of Shit
Honestly, I don’t know why I ever bothered….ever. With you. With Yaralis. With anyone. My whole life has been like this and I fucking deserve it. It was stupid of me to believe any different. Or to trust that it would actually be ok. So go…just go. Get away from me just like you want. I already know you’ve chosen to leave. So fuck it. I’m done trying. I’m done believing. I’m done. It always ends in shit. So if you really want to leave so badly, then leave. You’re probably dodging a bullet by doing so. But don’t you dare fucking say I didn’t try or that I don’t love you. Because I fucking do. I love you with everything I have. But apparently it’s not worth it. I know I’m not worth it. So…whatever…this year is killing me…and I’m tired of letting it do my job for me…
Dogs. Do you agree?
Yes. Yes dogs. Much better presidential candidates than Trump. Cats though.
Hi friend how was your day
Again, I’m so sorry I’ve been taking so long. It was ok until the end where I sort of lost my cool. But it’s ok. This was yesterday, by the way. Today has been about the same with less losing my cool and more calmness and more happiness. Which is good.