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i need a job. i need sun light. i need to still be taking prozac. prozac. prozac. i don't want to have to take it. that's why i don't take it. i want friends. not gay guys that merely pretend to be my friend in an attempt to get to mark (isn't he pretty, though?) and not people i hang out with simply because i "should be hanging out with people". it seems the only people i have a desire to spend time with stop talking to me, which makes me wonder if i simply think i would like to spend time with them because they have rejected me or something? i don't think so. i don't know. my skin is wicked bad right now. that, along with the extra strong compulsion to eat probably signifies that i'm gonna be on the scab soon. lol. such a gross image. job. i need a job. a job. i'm not happy without a job. without money.