i hate being at home because all i can concentrate on is the past, the potential of the future. i have nothing here anymore. i mean, i have my friends whom i love dearly but a life? not so much. and it gets worse and worse every day, being in this town and knowing i fucked things up and that i couldn't have stopped it. why can't i let things lie.
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