i think J is a sadist.
that's the only explanation i have as to why he constantly does the shit that he does to me.

i guess that makes me a masochist because in some sick way, i get some sort of gratification out of putting up with his shit.

being a single cokehead was so much less stressful and consuming than this bullshit.

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