I used to think it was physically impossible to be tanned and unhappy, though I probably should have known Laguna Beach disproved all of that at least two years ago.

Yet here I am, feeling not exactly unlike the way I did at the worst time ever™.

I can blame him only as much as I let him in again, cause he's always waiting, and I should know.

And if work goes bust?

And if my family literally disappears?

And I haven't talked to my best friend in the world in more than a year.

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