I don't know what's worse; my, as of recent, social anxiety and ineptitude, or opening up to the wrong people. I am at the point where I can count my friends on one hand and still have fingers left over and at the rate I'm going, I won't even have anyone to celebrate my twenty-first birthday with. I've never felt such a hollowness in my character
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We should hang out more! twenty first birthday?! when the fuck is that? shit, I definitly wanna party with you then!
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come to ny and get a drink with me.
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