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It appears I'm going to die alone. Probably watching Dawson's Creek and eating a tv dinner. I'll start crying at a scene I've seen a thousand times over and choke on a "fried chicken" bone. I'll panic, dump all the used tissues off my lap, and fall on my face, purple.
Since I'm the muscle behind every single one of my friendships, I'll probably lay on the floor in a pile of my own drool until the stink attracts the attention of the mail man.
At my funeral, there will be some people. They'll come and pretend that we had a deep friendship for which there were at least in part responsible.
Oh forget it. I'm just feeling a little lonely today.
Since I'm the muscle behind every single one of my friendships, I'll probably lay on the floor in a pile of my own drool until the stink attracts the attention of the mail man.
At my funeral, there will be some people. They'll come and pretend that we had a deep friendship for which there were at least in part responsible.
Oh forget it. I'm just feeling a little lonely today.