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All day I have been trying to pass time away between imaginative phone calls that I am waiting on. I did receive one while sleeping for six hours, but I didn't recognize the number. It has been so boring here, as well as lonely. If for some weird chance, someone who reads this post(not many) happens to be thinking of me later(not just because you read this rant), please don't hesitate to call me and just say "Hi". That is what I want for Christmas. I am running on empty right. What I am empty of, I don't know, unless it is empty of the knowledge of why I am empty inside.
I want to write more, but I can't. Maybe that is why I feel empty, but I doubt it.
I want to write more, but I can't. Maybe that is why I feel empty, but I doubt it.