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The one time of the year when everyone is supposed to have a party. Everyone enjoys themselves (mostly). I'm dreading it. I have nowhere to go, and perhaps more worryingly, I don't really seem that concerned. I'd rather fall asleep and find the whole shebang has happened without me. I find...

Easy. I have hardly any friends. Maybe one or two halfway close friends, but they're more drinking buddies than anything else. People for whom I can slap on my 'party face' and act like a drunken idiot. They seem to enjoy that, though I usually wake up hating myself. Somewhere along the...