and it's all week long, bby.
Maybe it's the nightly papers for every class. Or the feeling that most people hate me this week. I don't know what would help, if it'd help at all. Isolation or having people around. I think I'm just screwed. I think I need someone to talk to, no one flaky, no one explosive, no one just as mentally fucked, no one shallow. someone comforting. but people have their own problems. and i shouldn't be picky.
Maybe it's the nightly papers for every class. Or the feeling that most people hate me this week. I don't know what would help, if it'd help at all. Isolation or having people around. I think I'm just screwed. I think I need someone to talk to, no one flaky, no one explosive, no one just as mentally fucked, no one shallow. someone comforting. but people have their own problems. and i shouldn't be picky.
I'm here, like always, to talk to. But I feel like sometimes you don't need me/want my head to explode. Or implode. You choose. It's your brain making me die, after all.
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