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Another holiday alone. Completely alone. I am lost, and broken. I can't cope when I'm sober. I'd rather be a zombie than hurt like this. In two months my entire life will change drastically. One road leads to college, more time with my love, losing my apartment, and finding a new job, the other is to Pennsylvania, old friends, drinking, and replacing most of my stuff. I don't get to choose the road, I just have to pay for the choice.