Having a BBQ at my house today. My sons insisted we keep the tradition alive, we did this every year over the Memorial Day weekend. Food, drink, music, pool, 20 or so people here, gorgeous day. Finally got to sneak away, i was miserable. Too many happy people out there. Nothing makes me realize how much i hate my f-ing life now like this type of event. Never again. I just want to sit in a dark room by myself.
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