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you know, i say boo to random depressiveness.

mine and others'.

i am sick.
i am tired.
i do not want to go to school tomorrow, but if i don't, i shall miss the Shakespeare workshops.

maybe i will retire to the clinic or something.

i must write an ode now.


i hate the feeling of my body falling apart around me.

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(is it just me or am i sick about once a month?)

which tells me i should eat and sleep more.

oh well. summer's almost here, and i can start to be notunhealthy again.

Go forth and become a happy cabbage!!!

yes.

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stayed up all night. couldn't sleep, couldn't breathe. BOO.

so yes. must get notsick so i can be at j-day.

yes.
non coherent.

i will go lie down now, as i really have nothing significant to say.

you know, this makes a startling amount of sense and context.

and what will happen?
will I dream?
i am too scared to close my eyes.
for a second please hold me.
none can change in me these things that I believe.
but I don't know what happens now.
i am too scared to close my eyes.