sometimes the unconstant iiiis the constant. but this time i think and hope that its hate. everything in my being hurts. all of my senses (however thats spelled) are really annoyed and want to find out what they mean and dont need other peoples stuff poking at me. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh today ive just slept and had a straight face. today wasnt that
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