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Depression hit me like a kick in the nuts last night, I'm not quite sure what it is, but all I thought about was Kirby. Weekend was alright, I can't wait until this damn week is over and I can go home. Maybe the fact that Kirby wont be there upset me a little, who knows. Some jackass made a comment in the hall to his friends about me, assuming I couldn't hear him. I don't get it, I just want to be left alone, I don't even know the fucker. I know it's already been determined thousands of times by many others but: People are assholes. I can hope and wish and daydream the wildest shit and how to hurt them but in the end it's all nothing. The end product is apathy, which is alright with me. I hope you guys are fairing better.