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I'm not sure the best way to put this that won't come across like I've got an ulterior motive, but I may as well just go ahead and say it. At this point in my life this is hands down the worst I have ever felt on a day-to-day basis. Sure, I still have fun and enjoy various things, but other than those fleeting instances I feel mostly miserable. I've taken to drinking away as many possible hours of the day that I can't sleep away. I have no idea what's wrong or what to do. I'm getting to the point where I'm starting to accept what people have been telling me since I was sixteen. Maybe I am just built improperly.
But enough of that. The last few nights of hanging out have actually been a blast. Friday night was especially fun, and Saturday wasn't far behind. I've also come to realize that hanging out with the few regulars all night is enough for me to really enjoy myself. I think I had nearly as much fun just hanging out with Ryan and Carr last night as I did over the weekend with the huge group.
This turned out to be completely pointless. Oh fucking well.
But enough of that. The last few nights of hanging out have actually been a blast. Friday night was especially fun, and Saturday wasn't far behind. I've also come to realize that hanging out with the few regulars all night is enough for me to really enjoy myself. I think I had nearly as much fun just hanging out with Ryan and Carr last night as I did over the weekend with the huge group.
This turned out to be completely pointless. Oh fucking well.