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thank you whiskey, for helping me breathe at night. and thank you marijuana, for keeping me sane. ive found myself burried in new books, and old records lately. ive found myself searching, but finding no answers. ive found myself surrounded by so many fucking positive and amazing kids, that it's making me so god damn depressed for reasons i cant explain. im looking forward to starting this job. i'm finally going to move out. i'm finally going to just take off and see something, and not tell anyone until i return. i suppose i'll just keep on searching, until im finally and completely happy in this short short short short life.