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:: Saturday, November 02, 2002 ::
Tonight was going fucking great.
Until Nate got REALLY REALLY drunk and I needed to take him home.
And then it fucking blew. Because it kept being fucking great for everyone else, and nobody let me know where they went. I called, and nobody fucking knew.
I'm not mad at Nate, or at Will for making me take him home - Will was right, somebody needed to. And Nate ... well, everyone is that person once or twice. That I've done it before is WHY I'm not that person. But this was supposed to be a good night.
And instead.... I hate the world.
I can never win.
Ever.
:: Peter 3:59 AM [+] ::
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