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I don't know what is going on. Nick came barreling back into my life and shot me down. IDK. I feel like drinking myself into a coma. I thought when we talked on Saturday things were gonna be different. Every thing would work itself out. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm going to resort back to drinking heavily and spending half of what I make at Mahoney's.
I just don't know what I'm doing with myself.
I just don't know what I'm doing with myself.