dear (k)you,
so yeah. nothing's changed, pretty much. i'm still stressed out, i'm still sad, and i still think of you, every so often.
clinics is killing me. big time. it's not even fun anymore, cuz then i have to think that this is what i will be doing for the rest of my life.
i really wish i could make a miracle happen. but then again, i'd prolly abuse that.
i am not making sense. fck.
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