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I went to Boston today with my 30-year old cousin from Canada. It's odd, because I haven't seen him in years, and never really knew him all that well, and it seems otherwise. He's like a 30-year-old me; he looks just like me and even shares the same name. I had a great day.
I can try as hard as I can to forget, but, although I don't want to, I still miss the people who I've lost in my life. I wish losing friends wasn't part of life, but it is and always will be.
I fucking hate the red sox. I wish I grew up in New York. (gasp)
I can try as hard as I can to forget, but, although I don't want to, I still miss the people who I've lost in my life. I wish losing friends wasn't part of life, but it is and always will be.
I fucking hate the red sox. I wish I grew up in New York. (gasp)