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8:12 p.m. - January 27, 2010 It made me a bit sad to think of the things that can't be bought - a group of friends to celebrate with, buying that longed-for luxury for someone important in my life, a feeling of accomplishment. I wish sometimes things like a 50 inch plasma television or a fancy car made me happy, or a closet full of nice clothes, or nights out spent drinking top-shelf liquor. Something. Anything. Instead, I come home and curl in a ball and feel bad. I don't understand.
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