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I'm stuck in one of my funks again. I feel miserable and lonely. But I don't want to go out or see people or really talk to people. I just want to sit around and be miserable. The last time I was in one at least I had my friends to drag me out of the house and do things, but now I don't have anything like that really. I really want my guitar, or my cat. But my guitar wouldn't fit in my car and my cat ran away from my parents. At least I have beer. It still loves me.