He messages me that he has nightmares. He doesn't reply my messages after that. My contacts are drying up and my hair is blown all over. I'm tired. I have a three hour paper, and I'm going to go in there, feel miserable, flunk it and repeat my year at college. I've never repeated any year. I don't fucking want to. I need some breakfast. And a
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