so last night...

WAS DOPE. it was just like we planned, and did what we wanted. got it crackin, fucking hella people, and even got it shut down in the middle of no where. i was pretty fucked up, but still able to function & mingle, major success. i was fucked up off 4 pre-heem shots, blunt, half a cookie, then helllaaa shots of heeem with the random people i decided to pick to take shots with me... hahaha, then ate another cookie and smoked a blunt again. there were 3 major places you coulda been that night. the couch+fire/bbq pit thing, BARN of BP, and the dance house. example who was there: chads friends + chads friend friends [anatoich + alameda] + my friends [fairfield, cordelia, vallejo, sacramento , the city] + my friends friends, from people i see everyday, to people i have missed and haven't seen in AGES, to people i just met, thank you guys from coming. i hope me and chad] were wonderful party hosts. sorry for getting it shut down early... fucking anal neighbor..

heres some photos i managed to take, even tho i wished i remembered to actually take hella pictures through out the night.... but hey, its better then nothing. enjoy.

and for everything else besides last night, i still can't believe you, how dare you say the things you said, from the stupid complaints and trying to be the pathetic sad victim. i'm the supposedly the whole fuckin' reason why we don't talk anymore? as in, why we aren't friends, why we don't even say hello anymore, and fucking why YOU act like i don't fucking exist. what kind of fucking sick joke is this? i don't even know what i even fucking did in the first place for this treatment and why we are they way we are now. you fucking proved me right, over and over again. i'm tired of hearing about you, i'm sick of writing and complaining about you, i'm so done with anything that has to do with you... just do this, pretend all this shit never happened between you and i, i'm going to erase you out of my life completely, just like you erased me from yours. do us all a favor and stop claiming you are on some "grown man hype" when first of all you need to grow some fuckin' balls, learn how to stop running away from all the shit you start, and you can take back all your sorry ass bullshit lies because its not going to work on anyone anymore.... esp. me.

till then, good luck & when you get your shit together, you know where to find me.

so hey, future loves? prove me wrong and let me know for once... these "feelings", will all make sense in the end.