what is wrong with me? why did friday night happen? why did i even go over to ian's house? why did i go into that room? why didn't i turn around and just say no? why didn't i say no at joseph's house? why? why? why? these questions wont stop running through my head like little gerbils with nothing better to do than drive me insane with the constant
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