The following entry is one that is just me typing. I feel like shit, I look like shit, I want to cry, but the tears don't come. I want to die, but there is things left undone. I need time to sort my life out. I need time to sort out what is real. I used to be able to read people so well, now it seems I am unable to do so. So much so that I am
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