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a long time ago i wrote something about how the format makes me sad. still true. i'm dumb and listening to phil collins, just... i dont know what i'm doing actually. feeling sorry for myself? i dont think so... i mean, maybe... but i'm not really thinking about me. i wish my dad hadn't called when he did, my moms still on the phone with him, and i really would like to keep talking to her. i'm not really that okay. i'm not always as mature as i tell myself i am. i'm sitting outside smoking a cigarette and its kind of cold. yay monsoons. im dumb.
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