I'm just feeling so weird. It still freaks me out everyday, being here. There are some people here that I don't like, which I guess is par for the course. But the intensity of my feeling might not be.
If I was like this as a child (and I don't know if I was) it would explain my early lack of friends.
Dying for some pizzas. Loaded with mozzarella. Once in a blue moon they have had pizza here and wherever they got it from, it was piled with thick mozzarella. They still have me down as lactose intolerant so that reduces my luck of getting pizza further, although maybe I could order one in.
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