I was talking to someoneI hadn' talked to in a while. I had copped out from her house the first time and had gotten restrained in her living room when they had a 5th phase house. It was kinda funny actually, now. It was Vince Puglisi and Malcom Graham. They picked me up at this run away shelter and I tried to run from them. I was horribly over weight and seriously out of shape, so it was funny. I copped out cause I had gotten sent home with the baddest misbehaver and I was not in the mood to deal with her stupid shit. I even refused to take one home cause I was sick of it. I was banned from the group room for a week because these two girls wouldn't stop jumping me. They were self rightous brats and needed a good ass beating. Funny thing is I know that if I were to run into them on the streets today, I wouldn't do anything but I would tell them how I felt. Why do people have to be so cruel? Well, I understand now. I notice when I feel like shit about me or something in me is not right, I tend to want to bring others down to my level. The whole misery love company thing. It had nothing to do with me. Nothing at all. I don't know, just a thought.
