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Hum. I think I might be happy. And for some reason that makes me sad. I love how you can make me feel so happy by just talking to me and hugging me like you haven't seen me in years. But that is only some of the time. Then you talk about how you get drunk and do things that make me question if I know you at all. I seem less depressed when I don't talk to you or think about you or even hang around you. So maybe I'm not happy. Maybe I'm just content with being alone. Ever since I lost Kayla I've been alone. So I've been alone for a while. I can't help but cry when I write this. I can't help but miss her. I really can't tell how other people see me. Maybe because I don't know how I see myself. Maybe I look for comfort in people that don't care. Maybe I fall for guys that are all wrong for me. Maybe I am shallow. Maybe I am looking for that perfect person. I've never been sure of myself and maybe that is why I'm alone.