aiden

i want to move. i am so anxious to leave this stupid fuckin city. im sick of it. i was watching some documentary last night about sex offenders and recovery. i learned that there is pretty much no recovery rate. once a sex offender, the chances of re-offending are very high. thats sad. sad, and scary as hell. i went to this website called parentsformeganslaw.com and i was able to find a database of sex offenders in my local area. man is this shit frightening. just in a one block radius of my house (and i mean just ONE city block in either direction) yielded over 30 sex offenders and among those 30, 4 of these guys were HARDCORE RAPISTS and the other 26 commited crimes against children UNDER 14. fucking sickening. we have 5 schools in this one block radius as well. that means these sex offenders have access to children on a daily basis. i have probably shopped for groceries with a sex offender, rented movies from one, gotten gas right next to a rapist, etc etc. such depressing news.

on to some funny news... well at least i think its funny...
my friends birthday was last week and she had a party last friday.
at my ex's house.
i didnt want to go.
my friend begged me to go.
i went.
i was there for at least 45 mins.
didnt exhange words with my ex.
i thought i was going to be able to slip out of there without any drama. for once.
yeah right.
i go outside to pop a squat (i think someone was in the bathroom fucking).
my ex decided that i needed to leave. i had to take my "stupid friends" with me and leave.
(these friends werent "stupid friends" of mine until we broke up. before they were "our" friends, now they're just "my stupid friends". ahahaha...
so i began to gather my shit... i didnt want to be there in the first place because of the drama. as i walked up to my car with my stupid friends, my ex proceeded to talk as much shit as he could and make a big spectacle of the situation.
of course! this is why i broke up with him. always trying to be the "cool guy"... Mr. popular.

now you may not find this funny, however there is one thing im leaving out. the week before this party where he kicked me out, he was calling me up the ass. "i miss you" "im sorry" "blah blah blah".

well, congratulations Mr. popluar... i hope you feel better. im not hurt, im not angry. i think its absolutely hilarious.