I don't want to go back to school. And yet, I don't want to stay here. I want my bed, and I want to sleep until I can't sleep anymore. And I want more than 5 hours.
Truly, I don't even want to talk about my weekend. Anything I say will come across the wrong way, and in the present situation, that is an enormous fear of mine. Everything I say can, and will be used against me. And not only that, but words lack feeling from this far away, and it simply isn't the same. The next few months might be...well, actually, I should refrain from using an adjective at all, seeing as it too will have an effect. Shucks. I'll just shut up then.
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hey you okay? can i text you?
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