i am sitting here listening to miles davis, who is the most recent jazz today in a long line of no-one-has-worse-luck-than-me instrumentals with a sax solo today. i am depressed. and lonely. i can't seem to look at all of the positive things in my life. i can't feel good. in london i could ignore it because, dude, i was in London, but now that
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