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08.05.03 :: 11:25 am
It seems like everyone in my building is in a relationship rut. Luckily, we can all convene on my deck, smoke cigarettes, drink vodka out of the bottle and lament together. Thus far, I win for biggest sob story. My love life is in utter shambles. I don't think it's ever been this bad before. And considering how everything else is at equilibrium, I'd like it if this aspect of my life got its shit together too. I throw myself into situations without thinking clearly. This is how I get hurt all the time. I should have known better than to blindly trust Simon. Men. You're all such cheap, easily satisfied whores. Today I am so hung over, I can't uncross my eyes. |