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Sometimes I wish that I could hang out with everyone but myself, but it seems that I follow me everywhere.  I am hating California right now, and dreaming of Minnesota.  The grass is probably not greener, but at least it's warmer there right now.

Sometimes it is good to be from a place that is dark and depressing in the winter...at least you have a reason  to feel despair and depression instead of feeling that way for no reason.  What the hell is wrong with me?