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I know it's been a while since I posted, but you might recall that I was looking forward to spending time with a certain someone after I moved. Well, that seems to have dissolved into a morass of anxiety, depression, lies, possibly some drugs or something--I have no clue. Honestly, I'm not the one who is falling apart. You can't help someone who won't talk to you. I went through an incredibly similar scenario a couple of years ago with someone else and it sucks just as much (maybe even more) this time around. If I could borrow Jen and her buddies from "Jen" e sais quoi, I'd really appreciate it. If a girl can't have a boyfriend, she should at least have some pals to bitch about men with, right?
PS. This is my 100th post! Wo0t!!