Loser part 2
Blog notice
December 4th, 2016, and I still lack a community. Life is as cold as the wind and rain during this winter in San Diego, doubling the pain I feel. Am I not relationship material, or has my alcoholism spiraled out of control? Am I a whore? A druggie? After blowing the guy on floor 2, floor 2 has given me a weird vibe. I am friendly with everyone, but the entire floor denies my joy. Am I fat? Do I deserve a relationship? Friends? Will my friends stay? Will they betray me? Are they betraying me? Do they talk behind my back? Do they wish I wasn't here?
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