School, tomorrow. Shit. I don't know if I'll be able to go; I might not be able to get out of bed. I was supposed to go to school (just French, no SOTA), last Friday, and I couldn't. I just broke down in the shower. I didn't cry; it was werid. I just sat there, in the damp tub, after the water was off, and ignored my carpool, my mother,
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