Last night = good times.
Tonight = good times.
Tomorrow = shitty lonly times.
I have to take Steph home tomorrow.
Plus, tomorrow is father's day. I will be home alone.
But.. whatever. It doesn't matter to me all that much.
I think I'm getting sick again. I am going to be SO pissed if I am. I just really don't understand it. I don't understand why I am
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