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Post #16

Tuesday, 8.21.18
3:06pm
36 years old
(feels like) 1000 pounds
Lake Pend Oreille, ID

If the company a man keeps is a reflection of who he is, then I would like to apologize for being a drunk and a drug addict.
I would like to apologize for being someone who is flaky and bad about keeping plans.
I would like to apologize for being terrible about keeping in touch.
I would like to apologize for being unreliable, for not doing what I'm asked, for being impulsive, for thinking always and only of myself.
I would like to apologize for being a bad friend.
I would like to apologize for being passive-aggressive on social media.
I would like to apologize for manipulating the emotions of the people I care about most.
I would like to apologize for being a bad friend.

And I think maybe from now on, I will severely limit the company I keep.

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