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If there is one thing I have learned lately, it's that a lie hurts more when told later than sooner. No matter how far into the past it was.

He says I need to see my friends, but really, all my friends are dead- I suppose. I mean they've all taken a different road. One, myspace friends and parties, two, lost then found but moved to Colorado, three, lost and still lost due to the fact her head has been stuck up her boyfriends ass for so long (she can't find her way anywhere), four, works every single day, five, a ghost, six, too far, seven, yet another ghost, - and so it goes on, and on, and on, and on. Dead.

I'd like to meet someone that's like me. Assertive, somewhat funny, listener, stubborn (though we'd get nowhere), lovable. Last one is to toot my own horn. I want to to be like talking to myself. See how long I could keep a conversation going. Maybe not long, but who knows right?

I mean shit at this rate I could be like Brittany Hibbits. LOL.