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2 am on a tuesday night…or is it wednesday…

It’s late. I can’t sleep. Received yet another berating that I am useless from my mother. My depression is creeping up. I wish I had “my girls” with me, all three of them: D.P., E.S., and H.B. D to keep my head on straight, not to mention that Latin temper and her occasional outbursts in Spanish were very attractive. E and her obliviousness and never letting anything bring her down always managed to put a smile on my face. H, just you being able to keep up with me and all my bullshit, weathering the storm of anything that may of happened that day- just the feeling that, at the end of the day, someone had my back, knew me and could be there for me, and knowing that it was reciprocated was able to keep me sane.

I know that there is a good possibility that you, the reader, will see this and shrug it off as just another man’s wild ramblings, but you really do see the things that are/were important when they are no longer there.

Anyways, thank you for being a support system, source of fun, and a sister, respectively. You probably don’t realize how much help you actually gave me.