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i've contemplated over whether i should go to sunday's dinner. it's been bugging me for a few days now.

i imagined a sober awakening, a re-entry into the social scene. then i imagined the looks, the questions without answers. and then i thought... screw it.

i'm too tired to care about what people think. and i'm tired of lying. they can go on ahead and think what they like. i'm me.

and i feel horrible for having to say no to darren time after time. he's trying hard to put a team together for midwestern games. so i think i'll go for football on sunday for the first time in many months, even if i'm not gonna be at midwestern games.

another quiz in 10 min. i feel sick to my stomach.


+listening to: nothing