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So I woke up, looked outside, and decided I really don't want to go out there. But I have to. The counseling center wants to see me before I leave. Some days I really need it. Some days I don't give a damn. But either way, I don't think I'm going back there next semester. I don't feel like explaining anything to anyone anymore. I'm really fucking tired, I had the worst night's sleep ever and the strangest fucking dreams. They bordered on scary they were so weird. So filling Shirly in is going to rock. Not. At. All.