I don’t know what is wrong with me right now. I feel so blah. I hate it, but I don’t. I think I should just go to bed because I can’t contribute to anything or do anything productive like this. Or maybe I can, but I just don’t want to. I feel frustrated, angry, tired, worried, and scared all at the same time. This is for the birds. And, of course, per usual, when I feel bad in any way, I want my mother. Smch.

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