very upset, full of sadness, crying, crying, all the fucking time. I hate sitting here and dwelling on how he makes me feel so bad. I wish I could just sleep it off and be okay. I'm really tired. I really am.
In other news, well, I don't know any other news. I'm going to write to Eric Drooker and see if I can stay at his place in California and see what my options are as far as seeing the sights and all of that.
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