I'm pretty sure I don't actually have any real live friends anymore.
This breakup has killed me, more or less. I come out looking the demon, the whore, the cunt.
People don't ask for my side.
People really don't care.
And that's fine, that's cool; I can figure shit out alone, as I have time and time again. But it sure is sad.
I truly have never felt more alone.
I'm not trying to be overly emo. I'm just completely lost and in need of platonic guidance/comfort. A glass of wine and cheap dinner. Jays and 40s or fuzzy blankets and dancing, I care not.
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We should make plans to hang out, soon, soon.
Sorry I haven't gotten back to you sooner, I hope you don't feel like I'm avoiding you! My cash is so low, literally every dollar I have has been going to 2 subway trips a day, to try and do what I need to do.
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No, I understand that. I've been there before. Ew, I lived on Slim Jims once when I was at Loeb Hall!
I'm just sad because I lost a lot of friends that were more of his friends in the first place, but so it goes.
But yes, we should hang out soon!
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