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I think there must be something wrong with me. Today was a fine day. Simply fine. Nothing went wrong, I saw all of my friends in school, didn't have any problems in class, didn't get in trouble with anyone or anything... yet for some reason, as Choral Council ended, and as I ended up sitting on Elliot waiting for Danny to give me a call to let me know when he was home, I sunk into this deep-rooted, undecipherable depression. And I haven't any clues as to why this depression has been created. It's actually very scary. But everyone seems to notice this sudden change. My mom heard it on the phone, then saw it in person. Dad saw it. Peter noticed it. Joe heard it on the phone. I don't, in anyway, understand this...
It's very distubring. And I hate it.
What. The hell. Is wrong with me.
It's very distubring. And I hate it.
What. The hell. Is wrong with me.