So I woke up today (the 2nd time) and listened to a song...and cried. I went to class, got my paper, and cried. Called my dad...and balled. Went to class. Called my dad again...and cried. Came back, called my counselor...she administered a depression test...and I cried. You're supposed to get like 5/15 on the test in order to qualify for drugs and
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