Dear Journal #3

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What the hell happened yesterday in the bedroom. I was too intoxicated to remember what Eric and I did. The only memory I had was smoking weed and sharing it with Eric. After that, I was high out of my mind.

I couldn't remember the conversation we had.

And Eric seemed distanced.

Did we end up making out again? Oh, Jesus. I am such an idiot. Eric doesn't have feelings for me so do I keep doing this when we smoke? It's obvious he wants Stan and his masculine features.

I need to talk to Eric and apologize for last night.

PS: I got a job as a drug dealer with my brother. It's tough but it's the only way we provide for ourselves and Karen. Our parents run the meth lab inside our garage, so drug dealing run in the family. 

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