I used to love my old apartment. Something about it just felt like home. I loved my neighbors. I sat on my porch. I don’t feel any of those things here. Other than the fact that I love my cat Arthur I miss every soul I met in Hattiesburg. I’m hoping this is just a phase and that I will get over it, but I miss everyone terribly. Come visit me soon. I’m breaking apart.
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