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i miss my friend coley. i miss all my friends back home. i stayed at lilys house last night with alex. god so much has been going on i dont even know what to say. a little of good, a good deal of bad, lots of ice cream, a date to coney island, alex willard being attached to my hip all week (heart), outsiders looking in, and our squat on its last leg of life, thanks to a crew of bumbling dumb asses, the NYPD and underage oogles. i just want to live my life, and i want people who never had addictions before to shut the fuck up and stop expecting me to be perfect.