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i have been ok... have you been ok...? i work too much, but you probably do as well. sometimes i don't really feel like waking up, or i'm under the impression i have no reason to. my body aches from laying there for so long, but what am i to do if i get up, i'm sure this happens to you all the time. i am a robot in the sense that i have to pretend that i like my job, and perform all of my duties mechanicly( did i spell that wrong), do you ever feel like a robot...? sometimes, well it happens more than i would like to admit, i can't function in society unless i am high on whatever as long as its something, does this ever happen to you? there are so many doors i could have opened, so many missed opportunities, all those things left unfinished or unsaid, you must be able to relate... although through all of the shit, the procrastination, the regret there is one thing that keeps me from staying in my bed, never to wake again, and as trite as it sounds that one thing is love.