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The Annual Emotional Breakdown has arrived, right on schedule. At abut 6:45 this morning, to be precise, so it kinda ruined any intentions I had of sleeping in. Got up, took a shower, and was asked by my father "How are you doing?" and there it was, in all it's teary, sniffly, sobbing glory, and as you can probably guess, the answer to his innocent inquiry was very much in the "Not okay" vector.
At least it had the decency to happen now rather than after I got to school.
At least it had the decency to happen now rather than after I got to school.