Over the last year I've shed mates like...like a lamb sheds...fat in the oven. Or something. I'm now down to my last four mates and they're on the way out. Changing circumstances, and all that, but it's hard for me to make friends and when I do they usually end up being really clingy, weird straight-edgers. Looks like my reception teacher was right - I will die alone and miserable.
How has your night been?