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Saturday, December 26, 2015

Alone

Jackson has another life now and doesn't keep in touch much. So the stockings are empty on the wall. First holiday without Happiness, ironic to no end. So feeling more alone than ever. No Happiness. No Curious. No Jackson. No family. No close friends. Just people to play cards or games, people to spend money with, superficial fun.

Sucks for now. Sucks this year.

Hopefully I will find a new job so I can find a new place to live so I can find a new friend. I am happy Jackson fell in love, but she couldn't have left me alone at a worse time. Just when I needed a friend most. Hopefully she will keep her word and help me.

Merry Happy Whatever.

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