I'm 21, I have a car, a steady job, a good education, a gorgeous grillfriend, the opportunity to travel where my heart might so desires, a bunch of excellent friends, and perfect health, and I can't help but feel bad. Let's run away into the woods and live like animals.
I have twitter now. It's something I don't like but I'm forced to use. Like flossing, or pants.
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