For some reason, I am constantly reminded of all the bad times in my life. Little things bring back these shitty memories. Hardly ever am I reminded of the good times. I don't know why. Living alone has all the advantages in the world, but not having someone to call on, talk to, or just have a good time with is definitely draining. That being said, I've given up looking. But I haven't given up complaining about it. It's a catch 22 I guess. It's tiring, I'm tired, and everyone is tired of hearing about it.
Guess I'll just get up tomorrow, go to work, and daydream through the day, like always.
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