So, how bout them Sox?
So...is it a bad thing when you've decided to go back onto anti-depressants and you don't know when they kick in because you've never had anti-depressants kick in for the full two years you've taken them? That you're so fucking dead inside that you don't know if you're happy or sad at any particular moment that when people ask how you're doing, you
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(But that means YOU would have to touch ME!)
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Okay, first of all, I never forgot you in all the years you abandoned me for Washington, D.C. Peter, you have been such a wonderful friend to me since we were in kindergarten and before. Who else would be the Joseph to my Mary? We were rockstars, Peter. Do you remember when you'd come to my house after school and fit down into the inner workings of the couch upstairs? Or when I fell off the chair and sprained my wrist when you and I were wrestling? Peter, when you die (which better not be for a long time) I will honestly be incredibly sad. I will be home in a little over a month and when I get home I am giving you the biggest hug you've ever experienced. Get ready. And in the meantime, if you ever want to talk, IM me or call me. I love you, buddy.
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I'm tell'n ya, I would care if you died! I feel like crap a lot too. Dude, I live ten(ish) minutes from PLU. You should hang out with me sometime, for real. Really, it'd be shits and giggles. If you ever want to hang out, see a movie, or just watch some TV with a drink in your hand wearing nothing but denim overalls- I am game! [Not me in the overalls- you. Heh.] If you lost my number it is 820-1760.
Holla Back Young'n!
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