_I want to hang out with someone, but I don't have anyone. Trista is at her father's house today and she might want me to go over there but I hate going there. I hate sitting there watching the fucking discovery channel for hours on end. I hate sitting in a tiny box, with claustrophobia slowly setting in. I hate sitting in awkward silence waiting for another attempt at small talk. I hate sitting there all evening bored out of my skull.
_I don't think this is going to work much longer.
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