it's stupid nights like these i wish i didn't think so much and had an endless supply of nyquil. or someone to talk to. someone who won't judge or get mad or assume; someone who will just sit there and listen to all of my problems. or i wish someone would notice something is wrong, and just ask if things are okay. it sounds like a typical teenage girl comment, but it really does suck when everything is going against you. you feel helpless and sad and mad. you just wish you could turn everything around, but you can't. it sucksss. so here i am, at 4:38 am, up watching infomercials, thinking too much.
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