12:19 a.m.

It gets so lonesome, sitting in self induced isolation. Sitting at this desk night after night, turning down phone call after phone call to go out and actually DO something. And yet...I am bitter about not going. So I sit here, a bottle of vodka next to my computer, wishing for something I do not understand. I want someone of my own, I know youre out there. But who are you? Will you be able to coax me out of my moods and make me laugh? When will you come for me? I get so tired of waiting.

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