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I hate it when I feel that I’m the source of an uncomfortable silence; especially since I can be a pretty quiet person sometimes. Will I go through life apologizing for things people will go to, “No, no, don’t even worry about it”? I feel like such an asshole about shit like this.

I love my friends so much. What to speak of my best friend, Claire.

Well, I’m home now and showered up. Time for bed.