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Maybe it's the fact that I'm home alone and I've been that way all day.
Maybe it's Regina Spektor singing about being so lonely.
Maybe it's the fact that I wish so badly that he was my friend...
...and I know that it isn't possible.
Because I just tried.
I feel like crying. Or curling into a ball in my bed with the lights out.
Life is moving in slow motion like a depressing sequence of a movie. I've got the soundtrack and all. I don't want to go back to gymnastics tonight. I don't want to go to school next Tuesday. I don't even really feel like going to Maine anymore. I know that will change before Friday but right now, nothing seems worth anything. Maybe this is how things need to be for a while.
Maybe it's Regina Spektor singing about being so lonely.
Maybe it's the fact that I wish so badly that he was my friend...
...and I know that it isn't possible.
Because I just tried.
I feel like crying. Or curling into a ball in my bed with the lights out.
Life is moving in slow motion like a depressing sequence of a movie. I've got the soundtrack and all. I don't want to go back to gymnastics tonight. I don't want to go to school next Tuesday. I don't even really feel like going to Maine anymore. I know that will change before Friday but right now, nothing seems worth anything. Maybe this is how things need to be for a while.