It's true...

"How

about you go fuck yourself?

How bout that?

I've had about god damn enough."

I got about $400 in the bank, a 12 year old pick up with 190,000 miles on it, I need a root canal done before long and another hard winter is coming on soon.

I got enough stress to do me thank you.

I really don't know how I made it this long working like this to be honest.

I wouldn't push your luck much farther if I was you.

I feel like I have done enough and shown enough for long enough that I deserve to know at least a lil about whats going on.

Respect.

Remember?

I told you a long time ago, on several occasions, once you're out, you're out and there's no getting back...ever.

Never has been.

Never will be.

No matter what anybody wants, but me.

Ask mom what happens once I've made my mind up about something.

Fuck that.

You've seen what happens when I put my mind to something.

Keep doing what you're doing and I'll just keep getting sick on and off again.

I have told you and told you and told you...

This aint no fucking kidding around anymore.

I can not get as sick as I have, work, and make sure Nich is being taken care off.

My health, mental and physical comes before you right now.

That changes when you say "I do."

Till then?

I gotta look after me and Nich.

This shit aint fair to either one of us and it's not appreciated.

I wanna hear from someone I trust...

not mom or Al, that I got nuthin to worry about anytime soon cause I just can't deal with it knowing what I am looking at this winter.

Monogrammed and manicured.

Pierced as well.

Period.

Clocks ticking.

I didn't make it start ticking.

You did.

Love you

Night.

Peace...