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I slipped back into my 'fuck journals' mood. I really have nothing to say anymore. This isn't a time in my life I want to look back and remember. So why document it? It's just another lonely holiday season with no money job car or girl. At least I have drugs and alcohol to keep me company, which they have been for the past several weeks, and are at this very moment. I'm going to go see if I can find enough change to buy cigarettes for tonight.