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hurt..

so like we're watchin movies me frankie and his lil brother ian and havin a good time and it all starts off as no he dont want me to lay by him on the floor to watch a movie i mean arent loved ones sometimes supposed to cuddle? if not in bed than outside of bed? i dunno thats just the way i thought love was supposed to be like. i guess i was wrong. so much shit runs through my mind about us not working out because of this shit. what the fuck man...anyway...so i go to lay in bed he just up in the middle of the movie and hes like go back out there for 30 more mins..its like fuck you so i went out into the apartment complex too cool off and he comes out all huffy puffy tryin to raise his fucking hand at me again. i didnt do a fucking thing. seems like all these people read this shit but never have anything to say i do need advice people. what is someone elses perspective on this? its crazy...but i have no one or nothing else to go to but this. my away from home, at home, sort of venting i guess u could say. it helps alot. i gotta go to my moms tomorrow to do laundry and watch that show on the inside the body on the some channel i already done forgot. it seems cool. i think frankie needs some help. or someone to talk to...i do too. but whatever i just need to cry. im goin crazy i just wanna go sleep in the park across the street or some shit. fuck it

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