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i have this terrible headache that keeps coming and going, and whenever it comes back, it hurts twice as much as it did before....i'm incredibly bored, and my parents are gone, so i can't even leave...i give up. i'm not depressed so much as uncaring. it doesn't matter anymore, because i guess it never really did to you in the first place. i've entertained thoughts of how things would be, and i give them up now. You matter to me, none.
"perfect times are never gonna be, you'll see"
i've discovered i am a terrible liar, even to myself. how unsettling this is.