This isn't really a confession; this fits under the ‘grouphug' heading. I was depressed this afternoon, and deeply so. I wanted to curl up with a bottle of whiskey and drink until I forgot her. Then, suddenly, which is how these things usually happen, a woman who works at my apartment complex offered to bring me some pizza; they were having a party, and had some extra. She got me some pizza and a Dr. Pepper. I was hungry, and she fed me, thirsty and she got me a drink. i felt. new. There are good people out there. Try not to forget that.
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Posted On: 22-Aug-2008