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Everyone thinks San Francisco is this magical place where you magically become happy. So they are all moving there and leaving me behind. And I fall for it too, even though I don't blame where I live. I read "The Cutest Coffee Shops in San Francisco" and almost started crying. These perfect little settings where you can imagine yourself and everything is beautiful. Jason hated San Marcos, I just hate myself. (And Zooey Deschanel.) So I think I am starting some kind of spiritual journey now with my self-help books and my journal and my hands.