Thus far, 2008 has been a bust. Not really, because nothing is really wrong. I flew home on the 31st, then traveled to Ryan's house. Enjoyed a couple shots, a smoke, and some random ball dropping kisses. Woke up the next morning feeling so alone.
Right now, I am the farthest from my family, have the smallest social circle of my life, and I'm single
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