Ugh.

Having a really bad fucking day. Or week. What difference does it make. I refuse to include a question mark there for the sole purpose of not really giving a shit about who answers it, assuming that anyone would -___-

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I feel that strange sense of coldness again. No, I'm just not entirely sure what I feel. I dont FEEL anything. Things are starting to slow down, my energy is dropping, and each breath is exasperating. Anger and sadness compact and triumph over all odds while I'm left here to think... my god, I hate thinking. It merely prolongs the sickness of mental decay. And I'm sooo fucking miserable, I dont even know why. You're all probably laughing at me, too. Couldnt I at least have a plausible explanation as to why my mood swings seem to get the best of me? Give me a fucking reason to mope about while my years are slowly crumbling. I want to at least know what I'm crying about -__-

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I would really rather not have friends at this point. Each friend is a liability. A fragile piece in my unraveled and frayed thread of life. Quite frankly, a mere cause for disruption. And when it shifts, you're forced to move with it! It drags you along on its journey...its very unpleasant journey -___- I hate people.

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