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Sometimes I listen to Jon Mayer on the way home from work and just want to start crying. The only thing that stops me is the smell of my feet-hah. I get home and read an email from someone who is seemingly disinterested in my life. Well if I should even begin to be surprised. The thing about long work days is there's no hope left in me at the end of the day, and I'm not good at this-sadness isn't my deal.