My favourite parts of this year were nights that only I probably remember. When we simply sat and talked about music and general crap one night and when we spent another just catching up and talking rubbish
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I don't use this any more. But I felt that I should keep up the tradition and write down what happened this year because it's been a good one
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I hate that without fail, every year, this town manages to crush me to the point of depression. I need to get out soon. Or someone to come and get me out of my own head at least.
I most definately hate the number three now. God only knows what was happening last month, but as soon as it ends, everything goes back to normal again...what? Sometimes things just get too weird.