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Ah, now I remember what it feels like. I don't know what it is, but over the past couple days I've felt the old pains of depression that I used to. Fucking women. It's a complex, and I know for sure it's claire coming back to bite me in the ass. My mood used to depend on whether I was with her. And now it's a matter of how well my crushes are receiving my jokes, etc. Guess how much she's been laughing at them lately. Yeah. God fucking fucking damnit. I hate this. Now that I've done enough sufficiently awkward acts, I am crippled and too scared to do anything. The beginning of the end, wonderful. God I hope I'm wrong. About everything.