I really hate where I live. It just makes me feel like the third wheel all the time. Today, Micheal made breakfast-but he only made enough for him and Sandi. Theres no eggs left so I can make my own breakfast, theres no cream left for my coffee. Theres nothing.
Im jealous of Andy. He did shrooms last night. I wish I were with him, it would have been fun. I miss having fun.Its the whole being wanted thing, again. I dont feel like Iam here. and I hate it. I hate saying "I hate, I want, I need"...Im so sick of feeling selfish. I dont hva eit that bad, its just not what I wanted, or expected at all.
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