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Last night, I felt more like Charlie from The Perks than I have in a long, long time. I found out Mrs.Terri died, and I just wanted to cry in my car for a long time, but I also got tired of being alone. You know that feeling where you surround yourself with people, and then you feel lonelier than ever? (I know, that sticks "Dark Blue" in my head too... dark blue, dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room?.) It made me miss 823 W. Jefferson Street, and all of the amazing girls in that house even more. It's not like awful things didn't happen while I was there, but I felt like I had these warm open arms to cry into. Even when we didn't always understand each other, we were still there, we still hurt when each other hurt but did our best to cheer each other up. It takes the absence of the mundane annoying things to make appreciate all of it even more. Some of the closest, purest bonds I've known.