I knew being at home will drive me nuts. I don't know what I feel, but I don't feel right. Teach me, teach me how to be sane. Teach me to bury my emotions in that void called apathy, in that unsearchable, ineffable carelessness. I suppose more reasonably it's just the tryst, the sense of hopelessness that I want to wrap up, smother under a pillow,
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