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Life is getting tough. How I could I think that this thing was once amazing? I'm going to lose Animal soon, so much is changing, all my friends are leaving - not that I had many to begin with - and I STILL don't have anyone to talk to. I'm getting fat, but I have no right to complain because I don't do shit about it except eat more. Work is just fucking stupid, I hate the stupid measuring project and I really just don't want to be here any more. I wish I was irresponsible, because I would quit my job and leave America. But, oh, that's right, my fucking Passport is expired.