Today felt more like a missed opportunity than anything. I could have gone somewhere tonight, and didn't. Instead I drove my drugged-out mother to Target and Marshalls, and got Starbucks and sweatpants.
My two friends who I've grown close to over this year are starting to repeat the mistakes of last year's flame. The thought of him still hurts, and I refuse to put myself through the same kind of pain. I am not going to tolerate it a second time.
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