It's another Friday night and here I sit listening to music and thinking about my past and writing a blog entry that no one will ever read. I look a the boy the boy in the picture and wonderif he knew what life was going to be like if he would have bothered. I am tired, bone tired. I work and work and it does not seem to matter if I am honest, if I work hard, nothing ever comes of it. Tonight I am feeling sorry for myself and I don't care who knows it.
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