Just Call Me Tyler Durden

Cole, I live in Burlington, Ontario, and I want to leave. If you plan on leaving any time soon let me know and I'll glad to join you.

Longboard specs : Loaded Dervish, 180mm Paris trucks, Bones Reds Barrings and 78mm Abec Retro Zig-Zag wheels.

Music : Suicide Silence, Slayer, Majesty, Black Dahlia Murder, All Shall Perish, Whitechapel, We Came As Romans, The Devil Wears Prada, As Blood Runs Black, Job For A Cowboy, Alexisonfire, August Burns Red, Blink-182, City And Colour, A Day To Remember, Incubus, Oceano, Parkway Drive, Protest the Hero, Radiohead, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rise Against, Sage Francis, Scroobius Pip, Tool, Within The Ruins and The XX.

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Mon May 21

It kills me more than anything to say I still miss you.

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Tue Mar 20

I don’t know what I did to deserve this, I’m a nice guy, or so I’m told. This shouldn’t be happening to me. I’d like for at least one thing to go right, let me go.

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Mon Mar 19

I don’t even know what to think any more.

I’m so lost with all of my thoughts. Reoccurring feelings of anger, sadness, disappointment all wrapped up into one little ball. It’s stuck in the back of my brain with a million other thoughts per second. I think I need to get out of here, go somewhere new, meet new people, cause I currently fucking hate the ones I know, no one is who they seem to be, they ask but they don’t really care.

You cared before she came, I don’t know who the fuck she is, but it’s very clear I don’t want her in my life. I don’t even know if it’s for the best, if it’s even smart, or a good idea, but it’s a matter of happiness, for both you and I, and I’ve always believed that it’s what I need to be happy, I’ve seen it.

I care, and I don’t think I want to. But the thought is always there, along with a million others. The disappointment is the feeling that sticks out the most. When I met her, and I heard what she had to say, I was crushed, who the fuck even are you?

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Sun Mar 11