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I can't spend my summer ending up collapsing on my hardwood floor, wine drunk and crying. I can't let this summer pass me by.

A few nights ago Amanda asked who I had been talking to on the phone earlier in the day (Melissa) and when I asked why, her response was, "Because you were laughing so hard, and it was so nice. I don't know the last time I truly heard you laugh." I realize these things, but to know they're apparent from the outside as well is just sad.

I feel like this was all so much more clear in my head, and so much more lengthy. But as most days, there's just too many thoughts to be able to get them all out clearly.