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It's been a very long time since I've sat at a bar alone and sang all night. I don't miss it.
It's strange the friends I've gathered with this karaoke obsession. I make three shows a week by the same owner, and hang out with the people that work for him and their friends/family. I'm glad I found them by chance, a friend-of-a-friend runs the show I go to Saturdays, and through her I found the rest. These were people and places I never would have found otherwise. There are a few I honestly wouldn't care if I'd never met, but there are many that welcomed me with open arms and made me part of their lives. The place I've been the last few years, well, I couldn't have made it through without them.
I'm still empty. Emotion no longer seems to be in my vocabulary. I try to stick to the things I once believed, but they don't seem to mean much anymore. I do nothing but drift through this world now. I do enough to keep me comfortable, but have no further interest in striving for happiness. I'm alive, and that's enough.
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