I'm tired. I need a job. I miss my friends that moved after the storm. I miss my sister and her boyfriend, and sometimes even my parents. I miss the cats. I miss the levee. I miss the eastbank being five minutes away. Why does any of this fucking matter? It doesn't, but I never tell anyone this shit, and I guess it feels nice to just type it at
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