Saturday, November 25
Walking home in the rain, 1 am. Went to Suck My Left One in the hope of finding someone to bring home for the night, someone warm and soft and huggable. Had been telling myself I'd get the courage to talk to some people this month. That there's hope. But I was walking home in the rain. Alone. Again. Thinking, "Since when has my life becomes a Smiths song?" Worrying.
Send hugs soon, or it might be too late.
More updates coming, I promise.
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