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i feel so fucked up dude, the wierdness keeps compounding itself and i dont know what the hell to think anymore. im sick of most of my friends right now, i hate the fucking automation my life has become. work, eat, sleep, be bored, see pauline a couple times a week, on the weekends i scramble to find or make a party and drink and waste time and money. thats the totality of my existance right now. pauline is seriously all ive got. which, now that i think about it, doesnt bother me a bit. im doing just fine i guess. let this be a lesson to all of you: be greatful for the meaningful things in life, no matter how few they are.