Today i found out an old friend of mine i haven't seen in ages, died this week. He was 61, and died from a blood clot in his heart in his sleep. He was also not found for 5 days, and has no family. He was great, and he mnade me feel like a person, not a customer in his pub. RIP, krusty, i'll have a oink WKD for you! x On top of all that i have people tellin me their life is terrible, true, bad things happen, and this seems kinda hypocritical, but i just don't care about ill-fitting shoes, or friends calling them names when i'm sat in my car, balling my eyes out. There are more important things, there is life and there is no justice. so if i'm short with anyone i apologise. On a side note, people who know me will know that for the neaxt week or so, i possibly won't be here, or i may be no-where but, bear with me, when feburary is done, i will inflict my terrible art on you once again! Blessings to you all, may your dreams live and fears die, never forget your friends, always remember, if life was easy, everyone would be doing it.
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