So I am happily wallowing in my quasi-hipster apathetic mud these days. It's all a sort of rushing fog of slightly depressing 90s music, and a slowly lowering count of numbers. 35 days, 34, 33, 32, 31, 30. Everywhere around me, people are legitimitely HAPPY, wheras I am not. I am by no means 'emo' or any other such pretentious self-eggrandized
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