i dont even know that i can tell what is happening. i have a job and i dont enjoy it. ive spent a year labouring on my thesis, and no one seems to give a shit. i want to cry but it just wont come. the people i care about the most are all too preoccupied to notice. i fret, and worry, and work, and lose sleep, and i cant say that i have anything
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