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Is everyone fucking dead? I don't understand this delima of tiredness. It didn't use to be this fierce and constant. I just want to be able to see people more often and do things more frequently. Things used to be more fun; more exciting than this. The speakers in my room play on as I sit here wishing for a tap on my window or a headlight in the driveway. I really need this bored, empty, lonely feeling to die. The worst thing I can keep doing is wondering "what if?" because obviously nothing is going to happen, for now. Maybe that's the problem. I'm expecting the unexpected, and by doing that I'm canceling out any possible chance of excitement that could take place. Fuck it, I'm just not supposed to care I guess.