Friday night, home alone and a bit irked. Everyone else I know is busy, off to a movie or ice skating, and I can't be with Mike because I don't like being in his house alone with his family or in general without him for the five freaking minutes it takes for him to walk his dog. Stupid Krissy. Very, very stupid Krissy. Now he's home, I'm home, and we were going to go to a movie but can't. And it's my fault. Go team.
Ever feel like it will never matter how many friends you have, you just feel like you don't really have any? Hmm.
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