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It's amazing how ironic life is. I'm wishing to be back in the place where I was soooo miserable for 8 months. It never fails. I mean, I guess I should've known that this would happen. I think there are just too many assholes in the world. Everywhere I go I'm surrounded by them. There's no escape. Yeah, I can be asshole sometimes too but not all the time like most people I know. I hate that no one understands anything about me. Ok, maybe one person sorta understands. But thats only sometimes and with some things. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. But no. So yeah, my brief period of happiness has ended and I'm back to the usual shittiness that is life. It sure is fucking great to be home.