Tuesday.
It's really scary to not be upset.
I. Really don't know what to say.
I know that no one reads this. I wrote it down, I reminded. You know, little things really are the only things that matter. I don't give a crap if someone says "I love you" or whatever. I do care if they say goodbye when they leave. I know that when I do these things, I don't know. It just means something to me. Maybe that's just me. Who knows?
Begin bad week 2. Begin another 7 pointless spans of 24 pointless hours. And I'm sorry if I sound like a typical depressed teen or whatever the hell a person who's reading this would judge me as, but I know that everyone has felt this way at one time or another. Should that be comforting? Because it really isn't.
Who knows? I'm sick and tired of waiting for something, someday, someone to be better. They never are, you know? I can't hope for these things, because they don't happen when I do. Just ride it out, just ride it out.
It's surprisingly difficult.
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