...all the wrong places

I've been going to the bar alot of nights a week. For the social scene, right? That's one thing. It's not the being drunk that I like so much. I just want to talk to people and make new friends. I'm looking for love, is really what it boils down to. But I'm not finding anything. The moment you stop looking...really stop looking...is when it happens for you. I'm about to go crazy with all this. I want to stop looking, stop thinking about this but I just can't arrange my head correctly.

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