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25 YEARS +1 DAY

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so far being 25 doesn't suck and doesn't rock.

i had a pleasant evening with socks. we spent a lot of it tearing up. we had a good talk back at the apartment, mostly me clearing up things i had written to her that she had misunderstood, or just expressing her loneliness. i don't feel lonely in the same way. i enjoy my own company. i don't have the same anxieties about going out by myself. going home alone. i guess all that talking to myself has paid off; i've always got company, even if it is just me arguing with myself.

i have a lot more to talk about but i'm exhausted. i feel like chilling out, listening to some music, maybe having a little cry. damn period. happy birthday to ME.