i had a boring weekend. full of nothing. well, not nothing exactly, there was a lot of thinking. and a lot of regret, and a lot of.... not having that which i crave. and i mean that in every sense. you know, food, and someone, and drugas. ah, the steotypical life of a teenager. i went to a bad show, annnnd, went to ryes and did nothing, and felt
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