Goodnight, myLot dollbabies.

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In 1hr and 10mins, I will be 19. Am I excited? Nope. Do I even really care? Nope. Am I doing anything to celebrate? Ugh, yes. Cookout w/ family. I really wish it wasn't my birthday. I don't want to get older. It's just a reminder of how much I hate where I am in life. 19. Still living at home. A social outcast. A uber loner. Jobless. Friendless. Worthless. As I get older, this social phobia is becoming more of a pain in the butt (really wish I could use the curse word instead). Oh, (insert a string of curse words here). Here's to wishing I didn't have to deal. Here's to wishing I had the nerve. Here's to wishing I wasn't depressed. I'm off to bed, dear myLot. Thanks for providing me a place to vent