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For some odd reason, I could go for a good cry right now.
Only, I don't have anything to cry about.
I hate how listening to the Format will always remind me of Kevin.
And that's the only remote thing that can at least make me teary eyed.
I hate saying it, but I miss him.
At least just talking to him.
Now, it's like I never existed.
Which is the case with some people and me.
I wonder what this year will be like.
I miss those days.
The days of feeling something new.
Something I hadn't felt before.
I think this is my last entry in this journal.
Only, I don't have anything to cry about.
I hate how listening to the Format will always remind me of Kevin.
And that's the only remote thing that can at least make me teary eyed.
I hate saying it, but I miss him.
At least just talking to him.
Now, it's like I never existed.
Which is the case with some people and me.
I wonder what this year will be like.
I miss those days.
The days of feeling something new.
Something I hadn't felt before.
I think this is my last entry in this journal.