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So my life has easily become a routine all over again. I didn't drink as much as last week as I did the weeks before.
I'm just so...fake I guess is a word. I dunno when I'm around my friend andrea it's like a crazy good time no matter what we do. We're like the same person so nobody's feelings really get hurt. But like when I'm around other people I feel like I have to put on a show with smoke and mirrors to hide what I really feel. And what I really feel is what I always feel. Depressed, sad, mopey, and lonely. I need a me vacation. Or some sex. Or maybe a really long nap. Like I usually do.
I'm just so...fake I guess is a word. I dunno when I'm around my friend andrea it's like a crazy good time no matter what we do. We're like the same person so nobody's feelings really get hurt. But like when I'm around other people I feel like I have to put on a show with smoke and mirrors to hide what I really feel. And what I really feel is what I always feel. Depressed, sad, mopey, and lonely. I need a me vacation. Or some sex. Or maybe a really long nap. Like I usually do.