locking my keys in my car for the third time is kind of like the icing on the cake. i don't know what's wrong, but i feel sick. i can't think of what would make me feel better . . . because i really don't know why i'm so upset right now. but i just want to crawl into a little hole and let liquids gush out of my eyeballs until i'm dehydrated. i don'
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