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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    Walking back to you is the hardest thing that I could do :: Tuesday, May 18, 2004 ::

    One thing:

    Have I been an immature bastard the past few days, hell, maybe even weeks? Yep. Do I regret it? Some things, yes. Other (and most) things, not at all. There comes a time when you truly just do not care about who you offend anymore because you're holding so much back. I think it's pretty safe to say I kind of hit that yesterday. Now, just about everybody knows my views on the subject. They aren't different from most of what everybody else has thought. However, I also realize that why I may have offended a few people, I also then probably offended some of their friends. This is why I'm taking a stance. I have said what I wanted, I've gotten everything out. And that's where I'll let it stand. I might have seemed pathetic (Probably), I might have seemed like a bastard (Most definitely) but I truly do not care anymore. You can like me or hate me, I'm beyond caring at this point when summer is mere weeks away and I probably won't see many of you for about eight weeks. Some of the people I might have unitentionally made hate me I might never see again. To those people, who are mad at me for my actions even though I didn't insult you, sorry you feel that way, but everyone has their opinions on any subject.

    So, from there, I'm tired of the constant apolgizing I used to do whenever I said anything remotely offensive. I don't apoligize for anything I said, I meant every word. Now that that's done, surely we all (Myself included) have better things to do.

    :: Nick Tuesday, May 18, 2004 [+] ::
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