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i hung up the phone and felt lonely. i even wrote a myspace blog that i've hidden away from the world. then and i sat here, listening to a mix i made that makes me think of nothing but her i started to read my other blogs. something clicked. i'm not quite sure, but i can find something wrong with even the most perfect life. a year ago i would have done anything for the life i have now. great job, great family relationship, eight days from 21, and a wonderful girlfriend. so why do i sit and dwell on the things that are wrong? as bright eyes put it best: i need to be greatful for this day and each day to come. it could always be so much worse, right?