I'm sitting here in the Center, contemplating when I should make my last day at work. And contemplating why I must be so stupid or mean or what. I don't really know what's wrong with me. I keep looking for fulfillment from somewhere, and I can't find it. This keyboard sticks. Hard to type. I feel like hell. I was mad about my dad wanting to
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