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went to u.c.r last night.
hung out with a friend of a friend.
he was fun.
went back home after seeing sahara hotnights the like and phantom planet.
attempted to get to the beach.
didnt work.
lame "kick back" in chino.
no alcohol.
burritos with guacamole.
drunk boys driving me home.
near death.
bored.
no one to talk to when im laying in bed tired but not sleepy.
no one to text or get texts from.
its sad when you realize all the people or... boys. you used to get attention from
just kinda.. disappear.
whatever. i'm fine. i'd just like a random text every once in a while.
they make me happy.
like finding a note on my car.
or people just showing up at my house.
oh man. memories of the times when people loved to make me happy. haha.
not so much anymore.
shit.