Nothing is new. School is school, college class is college class, work is work, home is a house where my bed is. I'm not even real sure why I still write in here. It's cold in my room. I'm cold. I'm sad. I'm not too sure why, well actually I think I know, I just don't know how to put it into words. I wish I could figure things out. It would be so
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