Oh, winter depression! Nothing like sitting at home alone, waiting for the cool people (a.k.a red-assed baboons a.k.a my so-called friends) to call me up and invite me to- well, to do whatever it is!

No, nope- instead of doing that funky stuff I sit at home, sort out my Itunes library, find new music and cry to it. I've never felt so dearly Emo. It's like I invented MySpace again: this time, we cut down the road, not across!

Seriously though, it's two days to my winter vacation and all I can think of is how cool school is. It sure is stressful, but at least I get to see some people. Or that person. Sometimes it's only about that person. And she's what's making me feel so sick, to sum it all up. No one else can cheer me up but her. Or that's what it feels like.

But before we sink into my deeply hurt soul, fellow readers (or whoever's left here, anyway), let us just take a minute to cry on my desperate state of sexual frustration.
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Great. That felt good.

Now, there are many days to come yet where I'll be lonely and without anyone here to offer me a gentle pad on the shoulders when it seems as if no one gets me in this world. I should be sad about it, shouldn't I?

But NO! Behold! I will simply take drugs, won't I.
Ah God, who am I kidding here. I suck, people. And I need real friends.