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worst birthday ever.
I want to cry.
I miss my family. I miss my friends.
I wish I could say I didn't know how comfortable I was in tupelo, but I knew exactly how comfortable I was there, and I think that makes leaving it so much harder.
I needed to move out. I'm tired of thinking I have to watch out for folks, I needed to just look after myself for a while. at the same time I loved to be the guy people shout for at three a.m. when they are in trouble, or need help, or advice. I felt needed, useful, like I had purpose.
I've said it before, my friends make me who I am. without them I am nothing.
and now their an hour or two away, which doesn't seem far in theory, but in practice that's just the right distance to the phlegm effect (check the dictionary for phlegm) to kick in. we'll keep in touch for a month or two, hang out for Christmas break, make promises to hang out soon and visit, then never see each other again. you see them a few years down the road, but you're no longer friends, just polite strangers.
"oh hey! haven't seen you in a while! what are you up to these days? really? shark food? who knew there was a market? that's brilliant! how's the family? oh, I'm sorry to hear that, you could sue the company if they didn't have those damn stickers on the vending machines. you still dating so-and-so? oh yeah, I knew they were bad news, just wondering how that went. a monkey you say? really? I had no idea... well I gotta get back to pier 1 and pick up a dresser, but hey, you should give me a call. you still have my number? and I have yours. well then, I'll see you later."
friends call you and ask if they should get that that cheap ass one ply toilet paper, or if you think they should just spring for the fat stuff with the cute fuzzy bears on it.
strangers ask you general questions like, "how are you?"
I feel lost and useless with out my friends and family...
I think that's what I'm trying to get at.
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