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Life really must have some grudge against me. A very big grudge at that.
We finished moving on the 13. So I now have to deal with the jungle of boxes in every room in the whole goddamn house. It's pretty big, about as big as the last house, but still...
IM SO LONELY
That's probably what's getting me. It's so big and full and no one really has time for me anymore [not that they ever really did but anyway...] Syracuse isn't that great. I still have yet to see one person that has smiled at me. Then again, it may just be my fault, but somehow I've been streangely optimistic until now.
Me and optimism aren't good together.