My name is Brian Smith. I was brain damaged from a car crash in 1995. I was born in 1979. Here is the story of something I did back in the year 2000: For

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My name is Brian Smith. I was brain damaged from a car crash in 1995. I was born in 1979. Here is the story of something I did back in the year 2000:

For a while, my mother worked at the Tim Hortons across from Michael Power/St. Joseph High School.

I would go to Timmys all the time. One day I noticed a pretty girl. She was serving me coffee. Pretty girls are valuable and prevent from thinking that I’m gay. Guys need pretty girls to f*** in order to feel valudated.

So I approached this pretty girl and began to talk to her. She was so nice and sweet to me. I interpreted that she liked me. But she actually just felt sorry for me. As I used my disability to abuse and manipulate people.

One day I decided to walk this pretty girl home. She hesistantly agreed but insisted we just be friends. Then I stepped infront of her and blocked her way home until she agreed to go out with me the entire month of October. She finally agreed. But I didn’t believe her. So I pestered her more until I saw her mom and got swishesnd walked away.

She blocked my number so I called her from a pay phone. I tried to explain to this pretty Tim Hortons girl that was the only person nice enough to be my friend that I have trouble making decisions. And that’s why I wouldn’t allow her to walk past me for 30 minutes. I mean, I NEEDED a girlfriend. I NEEDED her in my life even if she said she didn’t need me!

It’s the brain damage from the car accident that gives me trouble making decisions.

Offcourse! Once she threatened the police. I had NO TROUBLE AT ALL MAKING THE DECISION NEVER

TO CONTACT HER AGAIN!!

My name is Brian Smith. I brain damaged from a car accident. Somewhere in Toronto, a pretty girl still hates me and wishes that I could have died fron my injuries

New Confession

You will not make me feel guilty over nothing. You’re a real jerk. I refuse to let what you said and done in my past make me feel worthless. I am no longer under your control. Dad,Russell, James and those few connected with a few of you. Kayla,Amanda, Sheila ( even though you’re supposedly deceased) I am a good woman that’s trust has been destroyed and I didn’t deserve any of that. I deserve to be treated better. I’ve gone on with my life believing I can do better and that better people will be placed in my life. I want to meet a real good man that truly loves me and values me and not shift the blame on me over issues you all refused to change about yourself or even admit your faults. Toxic people lie and make believe they are good just to use and stomp on the heart of not only me but every good person in your path. I forgive but I do not trust nor will I allow you to be a part of my life. What’s so bad is that I am too afraid of getting to know another man . They all claim to be different just to learn too late they’re just another cavity in my mouth. God help me to learn a person is a narcissist before another one destroys me.

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guys! yo guys! will someone please remove that dead h***** floating face down in the pool. my dad is gonna fucken FLIP if he sees it.

-About that party from last night.