I comprised a letter last night. Now I feel like doing nothing but staring at my ceiling and waiting for moments to pass. I feel. No. I am hopeless.

Some things still have the ability to make me smile:

+ Finding text messages from Kristen.

+ 1am phone calls. "I don't even think ____ CAN read."

+ Nice men giving me a "Rent 2, get one FREE" coupons in Hollywood Video right when I am deciding which of the 3 to put back.

But you, my 'friend', make me lock myself in my bedroom and watch bad movies.

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