lived in my mom's house cause i was poor, had shitty jobs and did nothing of consequence. stopped writing, stopped reading, stopped leaving the house. dad died, cried a lot, girl of 5 years dumped me (cried some more) for a scenester (who she is currently cheating on). i moved, stopped crying, hit on girls (it was scary
) started reading again, started writing again. now i am in my bed, my dog zeeby is sitting next to me and i am trying to get up the courage to go ask a girl to go to a party tomorrow with me :0
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