In my roommate's room, a pair of pants hang over the back of the chair I'm sitting in and I can't stop thinking, "Are these pants mine...?"
The past couple days have been full of friends, fun, and theater -- all of the best kind. ...sooo, why. am. I. sad...
The 4th stage of grief... ?
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